” instructed Jen. I did as I was told but Jen was not happy and slid her hand up the inside of my thigh and forced my legs further apart. With each...touch from the girls I became more turned on and I began to realise just how exciting I was finding this. Jen reminded me that I was being punished for spending money that Sally and I didn’t have, just as I had punished Sally for her spending. I said nothing, thinking that was safest but instead Jen made me stand up straight and flicked the tawse,. "I'm stillfinding out."Tim, quickly and gently, gave Joan a kiss on his lips. It feltgood, but brief. "I know who you are." How did you know my name?"Tim laughed loudly again, putting his head on the bar. "You areposted. You are beautiful and I want to be with you." P-posted?" Are you wearing the Joan Sissy 1000 now?"Joan Phillips recoiled at that. Am I a fucking slut celebrity?"N-no, I mean Yes. I am." Ahhh, I knew you were beautiful. Have you ever taken ten inchesof man?" No, Master Tim.". Her saucer-size, ruddy colored aureoles clearly visible through the taught clothe.As June moved into July and the weather turned really hot and humid, Rachel started leaving more and more of the buttons on her blouses open. One morning as we dressed after our shower, she told me that the sweat soaked fabric did irritate her aroused nipples but the real reason she left the buttons open was because she loved turning the guys on. By August, they were unbuttoned almost to the waistband of her. A while back I was having some personal issues. I was forgetting long spans of time, getting into arguments, blacking out and then later learning I was just in an angry rage. It took one really serious event to kick me in the ass and snap me out of that funk. I drank myself into a stupor, beat the crap out of two people at a bar, and finally tried to kill myself. After all that bullshit, I decided to look into getting some help. My family therapist was always a hard ass about every little thing.