He ushered me into the lounge and flicked the DVD player on – the film showed a man chained to a post with duct tape over his mouth. I stood there ...rozen to the spot with nerves but he smiled, dropped the remote on the chair and walked up to me asking me what I wanted. Before I had chance to answer, he put his hands between my legs and groped me before dropping to his knees , unbuckling my belt and dragging my jeans and boxers down. So much for him not giving me oral I thought as he took my. Mom I understand about the pain and pleasure from last weekend. Janis smiled No baby I mean pain for punishment. He gave you a sample of the play room in the basement but what you do not understand that room is also used for punishment for something I do that displeases him. That room is sound proof so the neighbors can't hear my screams of pain when he punishes me. Mom why do you let him do something like that. You left my real dad because he beat and abused you. I accept his punishment gladly. As he did, his wife gave his hand a light, reassuring, squeeze.The waiting room was populated with other white married couples, each woman in each couple was pregnant, just as his wife was; and, as he knew from the reputation of the clinic, catered almost exclusively to white married couples in varying degrees of interracial cuckoldry! Some of the wives were chatting together excitedly, and showing pictures of the fathers of their babies on their phones to one another. From what he could tell. John never saw the slap coming. But he sure as hell felt it. He rolled over on his side, instinctively holding both hands over his crotch. And he slowly kept on rolling, until he fell off the edge of the bed, and landed on the floor with a sickening thud.Lisa was still lying on the bed, and rubbing the palms of her hands against her sore nipples--John had actually dug his thumbnail deep into her left nipple, and it was starting to bleed pretty badly--when she heard John throwing up all over the.