I finger fucked her for a while, licked my fingers slowly and then said,"Magda, when I click my fingers, you will awake and feel so very horny. You'll... want to have dirty sex with a woman. And you'll gladly do whatever she tells you. Do you understand?" Magda nodded and I clicked my fingers. Her eyes opened and she looked at me and smiled. I said,"How do you feel Magda." She looked me up and down and then said,"I want to fuck you. I want to suck your tits and eat your pussy." I said,"You can. I didn't get off on younger men. No, for me it was the unattainable man or woman who tripped my trigger. Oh sure, there was the occasional scratch my itch screw, but I did prefer the big score.When Marty came back into the room, I was just drunk enough and just aroused enough to consider man rape. I was pretty sure that I would not need my pistol, but hell, I was about ready for that as well. If I acted logically all the time, I would be the only human being in the world who did. I knew that if. He looked like a wounded animal. He was exposing a side of himself that I had never seen before, a more vulnerable, more human side that made me feel just a little sorry for him.But any sympathy from me was just a momentary lapse, a symptom of my nice guy personality. I hardened myself again. I didn’t want to think about what he just said. This must have been his attempt to feel good about himself, to prop up his ego now that Kavita had made clear her intention to come back to me. It was over.. As Mrs. Cartwright dragged the sobbing sissy into the kitchen he let out a pitiful scream as he saw the waiting women and the housekeeper holding a thin four foot cane, at a nod from his mother in law, four of the women placed him over an upright chair, ignoring his pleading, tied his wrists to the chair legs, pulled his night dress up to his neck and stood back."Proceed Miss Smith," commanded June Cartwight. "but twelve strokes." Yes madam." she replied.The elderly housekeeper stepped forward.