Father calmed mother by telling her he had a way that would never be found out. Their talk quieted down after that and I lay awake most of the night t...rying to figure out exactly what they were talking about. In the end I was more curious than afraid and decided to spy on my father to see if I could get to the bottom of things. I felt bad but what else could I do? It took me a long time to figure out what he was actually doing. For the most part he was doing nothing other than his regular. Bill knew all about mom and had gone to get his hands on her a few times. He was the owner of a strip club, and was willing to pay my mom twice what she was getting from John. Bill was another around 40, single, muscular looking, and black. He had a thing for white girls, and wanted my mom since he saw her the first time. Mom became a waiter and a stripper at Bills stripclub. Bill had us move into a house he owned, and had mom dressing even sluttier than John. Bill was into stockings, and had. The older brother masked like all the rest pointed to the floral pattern wall."Get up and bend over against it; its time for the next scene."Lara looked at the bizarre figure in front of her. He was a squat pot belied man his string vest stretched over his girth; a wide black hood on his head; his body naked below the waist his cock upright hand stroking his balls which dangled in a long hairy sack. She didn't know his history; his name didn't matter either; he had many names over the years to. We stayed for the four remaining floggings. They were a disappointing batch: the other older woman getting 12 on her back with the grade two strap for insolence, a pox-raddled redhead getting six on her backside with the grade two strap for laziness and the least exciting farewell beating I’d ever seen, an obese blonde getting a dozen with the grade one strap on her enormous buttocks. But it didn’t matter. We’d seen Mary Whittaker.*I became obsessed. I woke up whispering her name. There were.