Don’t worry; there’ll be plenty for both of us. Tonight’s clientele prefer exactly your type.”“Fat, frumpy old housewife??” you ponder.You...learn days later that the place has “specialty nights.” ‘Skinny teenager night’, ‘transgender night’, ‘muscular black girl night’ – the proprietor cooks ‘em up and announces it a full week in advance. They know exactly what they’re getting.“Money?” you muse, “Hmmm, how bad can this BE?”The old young man, as if reading your mind (actually he read your face),. It was a way to escape and avoid my parents constant arguing and fighting. It was a pretty well established fact that Kelly was lesbian early in Junior High School. Her mom and I became quite close as I was rapidly replacing the little girlie daughter she was losing to an ever increasing “butch-ness”. By twelve years old I essentially become like a member of their family. Over the next few years they had the opportunity to watch me morph from a small frail Christopher into a pretty, petite. A few more hits came down, every time increasing in strength. Ashley took them bravely and I sat on my hands to fight the urge to touch her. Mike pushed up her skirt and began working on her butt. Again, beginning easy and increasing in strength with every hit. She took them bravely and was doing better than I hoped. Next up was a leather paddle. Mike showed no mercy, slamming her ass with it and for the first time Ashley cried out in pain. Hearing that and seeing the first tear running down. My right arm was wrapped around her waist. The odor of sexual excitement, combined with Casey’s natural scent, and the hint of the delightful perfume she was wearing permeated our personal space. Add to that mix the flowery smell of her lotion and you have an erotically stimulating environment. Without consciously thinking about it, I began to caress her firm breasts. My hand slipped lower across her tight abs and I felt her neatly trimmed landing strip.My senses were overwhelmed by the.