I started whipping her as hard and as fast as I could. I know longer cared if I permanently marked her ass. She was screaming, crying and trying to ge...t her ass out of the way of the beating I was giving her. I hate to say, but if the timer had not gone off, I would probably have beaten her ass until I was exhausted. I do not know if she passed out from the pain or if her legs gave out but she slumped onto the table. Her ass was glowing red and welts were starting to form. I went to touch her. "Hey! How about this: the person who loses this shot puts on your sister's clothes and the winner chooses the outfit" he told his friend.John looked at him and said, "Okay, you're in for it!"Tom lost the match. John went over to the boxes and pulled out a standard white bra and panty. "Put these on." he said.Reluctantly, tom stripped and put on the panties. John had to clasp the bra for him. Then, John stuffed the bra cups with T-shirts. "There, now you look a bit like a girl."Next, he brought. Cynthia pads over to the other side and his hands go to hers, capturing and covering them, the tears beginning to flow from his as well.“I know the tears you’re crying in your bed at night alone. I’ve cried those tears a thousand times,” she whispers. “But those shallow empty songs about suicide are patronizing. You’ve got to learn to be less lonely when I’m dead.”“It can’t silence all the voices in my head,” he replies. “I close my eyes, but I can’t make it go away. So you think I’ll be less. When she finally saw a smilodon hunting out on the plain, something in her attitude changed. With WrinkledEvil around to push her face into the mud every time she was insulting or rude or stupid, I had to laugh as Seeks told me the stories. Frankly, I didn't care all that much. It may make me an insensitive bastard, but still ... she was fed and clothed by them. She learned to survive, mostly. It may have been hard for her, but hell ... it had been hard for me too. I saw her a couple of times,.