There were all thesetheories about various types and all those words reduced to initials justto make things simple when he knew it wasn't really that ...imple and hisown father had smacked him to the floor and his mother had looked on withdisgust all because he'd been mimicking a girl on the TV putting on eyemakeup. They'd all sat and watched him for however long, maybe thirtyseconds when bam he'd hit the floor and Rob had just sat there lookingsad and ashamed and called him a fuckin' sissy and. "Let me get this stowed on the boat and then we'll get you comfortable for the drive out to the lake."With that, Stephen zipped-up her bag and carried it out of the room.Gina writhed a bit on her bonds, testing their effectiveness. As usual, her husband did a remarkable job of making her helpless. There was no slack in any of the ropes and the gag was buckled solidly over her mouth ... it was a delicious feeling. The more the blonde squirmed the hornier she got. She closed her eyes and imagined. Like his young protégé her mother was turning to butter. Moving his hands lower on her back he leaned and kissed the back of her neck and whispered, “I didn’t realize you were in such need Aggie.” His hands moved between her arms finding her breasts. “I’m needy too Aggie.”The wetness wicked through the fabric of her skirt felt like it had leaked on the hard bench. She squirmed. It felt like she was sliding on the wet, wooden surface. Pushing her back against her teacher she purred, “I need it. "Don't you know who I am?"'I know who you are, you slut,' I laughed to myself. This was great.The man ran over and grabbed her by the hair and threw her against a woodenpost. She hit it and fell harshly to the ground. "Wait! WAIT!" she yelled. "I'm not Betty Horner! I'm really...MMMMPHHH!"The large man had shoved a ball gag deep into her mouth. "I don't care WHO you are, baby. I just know WHAT you are." He laughedjoyously as he bent her over and shoved his cock into her pussy. "Damn, she's.