Her fingers were now digging my dripping pussy and now and then she would shove two three fingers at once into me. Her hands were so soft and silky, I...would allow her to fist me now. We kissed, played with the clits and fingered ourselves. It was a very lovely moment we were enduring and I reaffirmed my belief that women can share tender love but a man's dick between one's legs is still very different. Both are as good and are needed as required. Her lips left mine and she kissed my body. "Anyone else would have walked out on me, a relative stranger, if I'd said that to them but not her. You see, I can kind of smell it on them, it's a ‘hormone’ they give off.She'd opened up about it, relished recounting the sordid brutality yet the details were irrelevant because she needed to live through it in a variety of ways again and again and again - Freud’s compulsion to repeat.*"I'm going to fucking hurt you, you worthless, fat and ugly bitch.'She says nothing so I bring the flogger. By the time, Cal began fondling her enticing exposed chest, Sindora didn't mind... nor was she overly alarmed when another man began nuzzling her shoulders and neck. She was, as promised, just wrecked enough to not be on guard. The dooby had made its way around the table several times by then. She had a nice buzz going and her host and hostess were leaning over the table and fucking in earnest just inches from her face now! She wondered if HER own pussy looked as arousing with Cal's hard cock. "Why not?" Andy responded attempting to control his anger. "No kid of mine is going out in public dressed as a girl." "It's just a Halloween party," his Mom offered. "I don't care. I know Robert Smythe, he is a strait laced former military man. I am being considered for a major building project that he is financing and I won't have it jeopardized because my son wants to go out in public in a skirt and heels." "How would that jeopardize you?" "He will question what kind of father allows his son.