"You have sexy legs, Gene. But they are so feminine. We should call youJeanine, since you look so girly in those dirty panties."With talk like that, m... dick would never go down.CRACK! CRACK!She was slapping my face. Very hard."Ow! Why'd you do that?" Because you're such a good boy, it makes me sick. I want you to be badnow and then. A bad girl. A bad, slutty girl. CRACK! CRACK! Do youunderstand me, young lady?"My face was stinging with pain. My dick was rock hard."Yes, Mrs. D'Amato. I want to. “We love you, son,” she murmured, “please let us do this.”I glanced at Dad. He’d returned to his carving and wasn’t paying me any attention; he didn’t even bother answering my question. He didn’t need to. The negotiations were now in Mom’s hands, and Dad knew darn well I couldn’t tell Mom “no” about anything.I tried to stand up to her a little.“How about a 50-50 split ... I send you text messages and email all the time, and phone you on Sundays, all legal holidays, and birthdays, too?” I. I was laying on my stomach when she got up, held my dick in her hand and pulled my skin and silently looked at it for a moment. I asked her what was she thinking and she said, “I am wondering how this monster ravaged me the other day. Today, I am going to treat it the best”. I was laughing and she took my dick in her mouth and was giving me a blowjob like a pro this time. She did take it full length a few times and gagged a couple of times. I was enjoying the pain and pleasure it was creating. ”“I see. Yes, whenever she wishes. Tressler visits, why not Louise?”“I will tell her.”Josef reported that she would be here before 16:00. I told him to make certain there was both coffee and tea as well as several sorts of sweets.“I have spoken at length with Dr. Forster and he has been good enough to call upon me,” Louise began.“That shows excellent taste on his part, my dear.”“Otto! Don’t play the fool with me.”“Very well. Sit down. Have some coffee or tea and some cake.”“Your condition is.