Brendan was about a block and a half from her house when a cop car came whizzing by him with lights on but no siren. When it stopped up the block and ...as met by another patrol car coming from the other direction, Brendan's internal alarm went off. He continued his steady pace and pulled abreast of the first car. Four cops, three in uniform and one in a suit, were standing in front of Carly's front door banging on it, threatening to bust it down if she didn't open the door.Brendan watched with. I start to become aroused and fear that I may not be able to stop.I deliver ten lashes, all hard, in swift succession.She screams and cries, twists but remains in position.Angry welts rise but all it does is make me thirst for more. More pain. Blood.I whip her now without respite – her screaming and sobbing become merged into a constant wail interrupted only by the faltering catching of her breath."Daddy," she chokes out, "please stop hurting me…why… why?"I lower my face to the left of hers and. I look at the cock, a drop of precum leaks to your piss slit. I see it there and find myself wondering what it might taste like. Its wrong, I know, but I have to tell him, don't I? "I want to kiss your cock again Sir, please," I ask him."Only faggots want to kiss cock, isn't that right boy?" he asks me."Yes Sir," I tell him, not liking where this is going."And you want to kiss my cock, isn't that also true boy," he asks in that strange voice."Yes Sir," I tell him lowering my head even more."So. It was like electric. It felt so good, she softly moaned as he kissed her. "You like baby," he softly asked, as he kissed her again on the neck. She did not reply, not trusting her voice, feeling her nipples swelling in her bra and pushing outwards.Larry's hand reached lower and lower, till he was cupping her ass. It felt good, but then Rosa heard a giggle from behind her, over the music. Raising her face upwards a little, she could see in the mirror above the soda bar, her back and Larry's.