As I sat down to enjoy the breakfast mother had for made me, my phonerang. I didn't recognize the number so I didn't answer. Then a sharppain ripped t...rough me and I heard Daphne 's voice in my head tellingme to answer the phone."OK Andi, listen up," she said. "I've been put in charge of yourappearance. So I called a friend of my mother's who owns a hair salon.With classes starting tomorrow, we don't have much time. Firstimpressions are critical. We'll meet you there at 10:00." To be honest," I. ...!Right as I climbed on top of you and put my cock at your opening, pressing in my head and nothing else. My phone rang. I thrusted once and then pulled out. You begged me to not answer, but I pulled out and grabbed the phone. I left the room with you still tied down. You could hear me talking in the hallway outside your door. I told someone that it was ready, then I hang up and came back into the room.You wanted to know who I had been talking to, but I ignored your questions. I got back and. “Others who were close to you. Family members. A son… two sons? You lost two sons… on a single day?” Tamar flinched as Judah scrutinised her. Had he seen through her disguise? Had he recognised her voice? At length, Judah spoke. “How do you know these things?” “As you said, I’m a seer. I see things.” “And what is it that you see?” “A path,” Tamar said. “You don’t need more than eyes to see the bloody path,” Judah retorted. “Not the physical path. I see the path to redemption.” “And where. He was probably half my size. His first word were: ‘Ready to be abused, bitch?’‘Y..yes sir’, I stammered back.It felt weird calling this k** sir. When we spoke I had a mental image of a huge, tough guy. But somehow being abused by a scrawny k** made it more exciting. It lowered my self respect even more. Now I was right there at the bottom rung.He talked, over beer, about him and his preference. He said he was particularly turned on abusing fat guys like me. Made him feel real superior. I sat.