From the fridge I yanked a bottle of Molson’s, cracked the cap and carried it with me to my den. There I slipped off my tie, draped it across my des...k chair, sat and powered up my laptop.I heard conversation from the kitchen, then the sound of a door and a motor starting. Sarah stormed into my den. “Well -- that wasn’t very friendly of you. You didn’t say a word.”“Is she a client?” I asked.“As a matter of fact she is.”“Is she the one you’re doing that sectional sofa for?”“Yes -- not that it. " She earned that, Aunt. She assaulted me in class, broke my hymen, and scratched the inside of my vagina. How could I possibly be held responsible for that?" Well, if you were not in that class, she would not have been put in that situation."I was dumbfounded. What were they going to do to me? I could guess, but that possibility seemed too horrific to contemplate."Well, freak," Renee said, coming to look me in the face, "I now have to show off my body to everyone in the school for four weeks.. .. And I don't think I'll get anywhere with an abuse casethis time. If she does it again I want you to say these exact words, 'MyMommy said she's the only one who can touch me like that. Please justwipe me with a wipe and change my diapee.'" She paused and I let it sinkin. "If she continues then you have a good case to file an abuse claimand she'll know that."I nodded. "Okay..." Paused then said, "I guess I do want to go to thatevent just so I can make some friends. Maybe even after they're. "Christian spanked me a little harder, but he wasn't going to call me names. My ass burned from the belt, the tension building with every stroke and I made a perfect target like that. I could see his cock hard for me as it bobbed and weaved with his movement. He knelt naked and flushed, spanking me with sharp stinging slaps to punctuate our breathing."I'm a cocksucker," I whispered, closing my eyes tightly. "I'm a sissy faggot. I'm a boy, not a girl. Queer bastard ... Faggot ... Pansy homo...".
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