I quickly figured I could use him wanting me to get whatever I wanted.John always made mom dress like a slut. She was a small, skinny, mexican girl wi...h big boobs. John had her wear really small mini skirts and tank tops that showed most of her tits. Mom always got a lot of attention from men, which I had just begun to get. Most people said we looked liked sisters and we looked the same, so I wanted to look the same. On one shopping trip, I wanted to buy a some really small shorts for gym class. Because of these talents, if she no longer found it appealing to engage in sexual activities with her husband, he accepted that as a part of the price he must pay for a stable home life.Casey still loved his wife, and showed that affection regularly. When he came home from work he always stopped in the kitchen and gently took her arms in his large hands and softly kissed her on the forehead or cheek. Her hands were usually covered in flour or grease, her mind on what was in the oven, or about. Now he decides the squeezing is no big deal—he had just made it one. He looks Jeff in the eyes again, smiling. He reaches for another hug, to Jeff’s delight. Now with a sense of freedom and empathy, he wholeheartedly squeezes each of Jeff’s buttocks.“Wow! I think you got the hang of it! Thanks!”Softly, “But get some clothes on. I can’t have you running around the house in your birthday suit.”Smiling, “I do at home.”Lovingly, “I got no problem with that.”Elated over the thought, “Hope this will. He came up and thumped me, right in the face. Then heordered me to lye face down on the bed. Lord I was scared. I was so terriblyfrightened. I watched him unbuckle his belt as slowly as he could. Then hecame over and waved it in my face threateningly. "How could you, you stupidcow. Don't you know what you could have done?" It was so much more than a threat and I knew it when I felt the cold harshleather lashing across my pale sweat dampened skin, I have never been so terrifiedin my entire life.