I told him all about myself, trying on my sisters' clothesas a kid, my early encounters with Rick, and my relationship withStanley."He's how big?" Ste...en asked. "And black? Girl, you hit the jackpot!You need to keep that boy happy!" He raised an eyebrow when I told himabout Stanley's fascination with my feet, telling me that that was a realopportunity. We talked about Ellen ("That girl is a gay man trapped in awoman's body!") and he wanted to know all about what clothes I had. Itold him, a. Then I felt the pain. It was like being cut by a giant paper cut. I let out a scream at the same time as the second lash tore into my breasts and my upper back. A third and fourth lash followed. She came over and spun my body around. The lashes were now hitting every part of me. I looked down to see a criss cross pattern of red stripes covering my body. I was so traumatised that I hadn't noticed that she had stopped until she knelt in front of me, spread my legs and buckled my ankles to a metal. "And don't even bother thinking you're going to tell people and they'll believe you", Laney said. "Sure, when it comes down to me and you, adults believe you every time. But these are football players. They're the stars of the school. And no one will take the word of a whore like you over them."Sarah was sobbing uncontrollably now, knowing that what was about to happen was inevitable. "Don't worry", Laney said. "You're about to become super popular. After this, I'm going to tell everyone that. Almost immediately, Becky sobbed with sweet release, her vaginal muscles holding my cock tightly, squeezing me like a fist, milking my seed until I could contain myself no longer.As my spunk boiled out into Becky's slippery snatch, I looked up at the screen in time to see Lucy throw her head back. There was no sound on the camera, but there was no mistaking the movement of her lips. My baby girl gasped as her orgasm washed over her, and moaned what could only have been the word “daddy”. I.