Each day, he got a little weaker, and one day, his weak heart was going to give out on him.Jake's wife, Marilyn, had already died of diabetes. The pro...blem had been the same: they could not afford the insulin needed to keep her alive without Medicare. They had been homeless for about seven months after Jake was fired: he could no longer work a full day because of his heart. The couple had lived in their car, but they had no way to keep cool the little bit of insulin that Jake had been able to. "Yes ... yes, Mummy." And what happens to disobedient little sluty sissy-boys, Honey?" They get ....punished, Mummy." Yes dear, they do. They get punished. Punished long, and punished hardon their very bare bottoms with this long leather strap which wasspecially designed for disobedient boys and especially those with plumpbottoms like yours. Isn't that right, honey pie?" Yes, yes Mummy it is yes."Being cooperative never did help the boy escape his Mother's fulldisciplinary measures, but he. She said, “Thanks girls you were great. I got to fix his problem. He isn’t as big as your father is but he was rock-hard thanks to you two. All I did was drop to my knees, suck on it for a few seconds, and then swallow his cum. He had the same problem that your father has too…it just wouldn’t go down so I took him up to his bedroom and let him fuck me right in his wife’s bed. I made sure to leave a good wet spot too. Men never change the sheets so I hope that she finds it. I also invited him. He looked me in the eye, and I felt his hand cup my cunt.“Fucking hell, you are up for it, wet already, and so is your slut of a daughter. Why you do this, none of my business. But tonight you’re working for me, so first things first, suck me off.” We both sank to our knees, and unzipped him. He wasn’t hard, not then, but soon after he was. He had a long thick cock, it was veined. A smear of lipstick was on the shaft. Not ours. We worked his cock together. His balls too, and together we shared.