As soon as I stopped walking I could feel hands under my skirt, rubbing my ass, and trying to get between my legs. I spread my legs open a bit while s...icking my ass out, so they'd have easier access to my pussy. I could feel fingers slide into me as I tried to stay motionless. My eyes slowly adjusted as a saw a few people already in the room, all looking my way while jacking off. I walked to a row and told Ben "come around and sit in the row in front of me... I want you to see everything".. She swallowed, remembering. ?No, when Daddy punishesme hard, he scrunches up my panties and puts them in my mouth, like a gag.And when he hits me, I bite down really hard on the panties. So I don't scream,really. Just kind of whimper, really. And I cry a lot. I always cry. Daddycalls me his big crybaby.? ?But he's only beaten you with this once ?? ?With that, yes. Usually if I've just been a little bit naughty he spanksme with his hand, over his knee. If I've been really bad he uses the paddle. In this case, it was not a voluntary arrangement. From what Sonia said, the boy would have to be forcibly sent here by the government that brainwashed him.An unexpected benefit was that this relieved some pressure on East Berlin and East Germany itself. The Berlin Wall was not constructed yet and even though many left the east by stealth, there was less friction. I had written some books about what I thought was happening. They sold fairly well. Some discussed the future of Communism and what. As I entered the front door I noticed no one around. There was a package leaning against the wall and a clip board resting on top. I saw my moms hot stilettos that she had on this morning in the middle of our living room floor, as if she had kicked them off while walking. I knew something was happening and my hard on returned, still needing to be drained from this morning. I quietly crept down the hallway toward moms room. Sex sounds gradually getting louder as I approached her door. As I.