” He whispers softly as his hand cups my face.“Kevin! Please, help me. Pay him, or how much does dad owe? Please what.. what….. I’ll do any...hing. Don’t let him hurt me or Susan... Please!” I’m babbling.. I know I’m babbling.. My thoughts won’t form a cohesive thought. Cock... wife... debt... father... Kevin... Susan… shirt... bra... all these snippets of thought rush around my mind. All the while I feel… scared... weak kneed… dread... betrayed... anxiety...“Oh my lovely Sarah.” Kevin’s. By the age of fifteen, I could make my own dresses, lingerie,cook, crochet, needlepoint and knit with a fair amount of alacrity.Because my brothers resented the special treatment that I got, I didnot get along with them at all. They would not let me join their gamesor anything like that. In fact, whenever I did try, Mom got very madat me, and made me stop playing boys games. If I did not spend timewith my mother, I was alone. I guess that was why I did spend so muchtime with her. I wanted. I went into the bedroom and saw her clothes laid out on the bed but she was already dressed in a black full slip, black patent stilettos and she was brandishing a whip, sometimes called a croup.Also on the bed were a pair of falsies, a gold satin and lace bra and another pair of heels in black patent and a slip and panties in black."Mistress Carol wants you to wear the bra and put in the falsies, wear the panties slip and heels too.NOW!"CRACK! the croup just took off a slice of my. “Did you get there?” I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Stupid question, but I wanted to hear what she has to say. There is always room for improvement.“I lost count. I started to climax again every time I came. I got to the mountaintop and kept on climbing.” Alice brushed the sweat from her eyebrows.We were as drenched in perspiration as two marathon runners crossing the finish line. I lay down next to Alice, cuddled her close to my body, and caressed her face with my hand while my.