" Billy sounded like he admired what my father had done to him. "I wasn't really knocked out you know, not all the way at least. I'm not saying I coul...d have fought back or anything, just that he didn't knock me out cold. I knew it when he lifted me up and put me over his shoulder." Billy ground out his cigarette in the ashtray by his bed and got up and used the bathroom himself. When he got back to his room ten minutes later he was shaved and his hair was combed. He started to dress just as I. I have always been a sexual person and while he is away I masturbate regularly sometimes waking during the night and just having to relieve my pussy of that desire.Towards the end of this particular leave break Troy said a really good mate he had linked up with in the Army who was then on a break visiting his family in Brisbane was coming back through Sydney and he wanted him to stay with us for a couple of nights before they both returned to camp, that was cool and as we only had one bedroom. With each stoke delivered, he leaves fiery streaks across my thighs and ass. In this stance, I know he sees my skin quivering, hears the deep breaths I take as they pass my lips, and senses the true meaning of my pleading. I look behind me every now and again, but will knowing what to expect help ease the pain of every slap? It never does, but it gives me the chance to catch a glimpse of his desires, burning brightly in his eyes. I can tell he enjoys inflicting pain on my body, and for some. Packard is ninety years old. He isn't an invalid. He is, in fact, surprisingly spry for a man of his age. But he needs help getting around and the people in charge at the home worry about him slipping and falling when he bathes.The problem is that he's an octopus. He cannot keep his hands off of me. So I started to wonder if, in my mind that night, I was really slapping Mr. Packard.Things continued to escalate from there. The DA decided that I was a dangerous criminal and I was tried for.