We then decided to meet at her friend’s flat which were empty. She asked me to bring some booze to get in the mood.I picked up a bottle of wine and ... pair of condoms and went to the flat all set. I rang the bell and she opened the flat. She was looking like an angel in a navy blue gown for me. We closed the door in a hurry as no one can see us. I was not able to control myself and I placed the bottle on the side table and started smooching her.She stepped back and told me easy baba hold your. .. and he was drunk a lot. He would go on a rampage. He would break things in the house, he would throw things at me and he would break me down. Every day was the same, hands, fists, books everything he could hit me with he did. He said I was worthless, a freak, that I deserved to die. He made me insecure, shy and at some points he made me hate myself. Then when he found out I was on hormones he lost it. He started hitting my mother the same way he hit me. He told her she betrayed him by making. "Thank you Master, your slave wishes only to please you." She murmured and bent low to kiss his feet quickly to show her gratitude further. Straightening again, Becca gingerly wrapped her hands around to hold his thighs, wincing for the added aggravation to her. Without needing to be told a second time she took the head of his cock between her lips and pulled him into her warm mouth. The burning imprints of the cane served as a reminder to prevent her from hesitating in any form. Becca sucked. She moved towards him and ran her hands over his chest. She felt him tremble as her hands touched him. Then her hands moved down and she took hold of his semi erect cock that seemed so quickly to grow as she ran her hands along the length of it and cupped his tight balls in her hands. She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the cheek. “I’m all yours,” she said, “if you want me.” He grinned as he reached out and cupped her breasts, feeling the hardness of her erect nipples. He pushed.