“You ... it surprised me. Do I really need to be the focal point?”It was really a good action shot and I wasn’t sure where Bree had found it or ...when she’d managed to take it. It was about three feet tall and had a caption that read, “Join Intercollegiate Bronze Medalist Tony Ames on SCU’s New Competitive Racquetball Team.”“I had to have this one done at Staples yesterday,” Bree said. “The life-size cut-out isn’t ready yet.”I looked at her. I’m sure horror was stitched on my face.“Gotcha!” she. Brittany was naked onthe bed with her legs up in the air. On top of herpounding her pussy was her father. “Fuck me daddy,” cried out Brittany. “Mom’s being fucked by grandpa,” said Ralph.Cindy nodded in agreement and actually enjoyed thatsight.There was some other moaning coming out from the secondbedroom. That caught the attention of Cindy and Ralph sothey went to investigate.They went to the other bedroom and their eyes widened inshock with what they saw in that. Being forced to dress in her panties and slips as punishment for my actions, is always accompanied by being turned over her pantyhose clad legs and spanked with a hard wooden or plastic hairbrush, hitting me multiple times over the satin panties she’s forcing me to wear, while calling me a little panty boy Sissy.This was far beyond anything in my wildest dreams, my satin panty fantasies were coming true, but with the added element of alpha black males assuming the role of satisfying sexually. I’d like to say that that was the beginning of a beautiful friendship, but there was something about the boy that made him pull back slightly every time he found a friend. It did however make him stop sitting alone in the corner, and that was after all the intention of our first little interaction. Since Sam was one of the boys with the longest days at kindergarten he and I met every day, come early morning or late evening. I noticed that he came with his father, when I worked early mornings,.