Then a pair of big rough hands entered the pockets of my Mac. My mobilephone was taken out."Here it is boss," replied the rough man."Well done Steve,"... Master said.I was then pushed by this man into the middle of the room. He undid mybelt and then the buttons on my Mac to reveal me dressed in just myBasque, stockings, knickers, high heels (and my Mac). Another round ofphotos followed.Then he pushed me to my knees."Oh god no," I cried.I felt a slap across my face, then another."Shut up you sissy. And this time the hands were different. Darker skin. Round dimpled knuckles. Shorter nails. But no more expert. This time, however, Dick kept his cool. It took longer until he released himself, although in a vicinity far from the portal he was most desirous of entering.And on this occasion, although the semen splattered on the hands that facilitated its explosion it was properly wiped off with tissues and even given further somewhat more relaxed and unhurried attention after the event.Dick. He was a man. Emotion was not histhing, unless it was anger. He was good at that. Anger is what men dowhen they get upset. Now was not the time."Phillip," He said. "Phillip-a," he spat out the last syllable. It washard. "Pip." It seemed better. Somehow appropriate. I would like tothink that you have me wrong." I would like to think that too, Dad, but I don't. I wasn't going to takethe risk." But the effect on your mother. You should have told her."Pip bit her full painted lip. She. " Her voice trailed off as sheglanced down at the floor, too shy to meet my gaze.Damn her, she was hinting! "If you want, I can check it out for you," I said,still trying to sound like I didn't care one way orthe other. "Or, if you feel uncomfortable aboutanother woman touching your body, I could just showyou how I play with myself . . . " Anna was already zipping down my skirt. When sheyanked it to my ankles, I kicked it away. My pantiesfollowed quickly. Naked from the waist down, I.