” “Doing what mom? I don’t understand. “ “FUCKING isn’t that, what we are talking about.” She replied boldly. “Mom, you did not say... NO to my fucking you. You said you were not sure if you can do it.” “Is it fucking me the problem? Or is there any other reason or problem?” Mom was shaken when I said “or is there any other reason” I had her where I wanted her to be, to ask the reason for her refusal. “What other reason can there be. I have no problem in fucking. I enjoy it.” “Did I not go. I drove the bike into the garage and parked it, but took the two helmets and the two beers in with me, dropping the first two on the breakfast bar. I opened one of the beers and put the other in the fridge. I took a long, refreshing pull from my open beer and immediately began wondering if two were going to be enough. I put the beer on the coffee table in the living room and opened the front door to stare down at the two boxes."They're not going to move themselves," Cooper laughed."I know," I. “Jake” I began, “I know it’s wrong for most people but what I’ve been doing is wrong too…so I can’t judge you and say not to…do anything. I…I’ve learned that you have to be true to who you are on the inside and not be ashamed of it.” and that was true. I was a slut and I learned to accept and enjoy it. I fucked men for money and sometimes I fucked men for enjoyment. I did crazy things with men, such slutty things…I’d been with women, been with several men, had men push me to my physical. Miss Priscilla thrived on the pain of boys. So he might as well scream his head off. And he did. Cut after cut followed, each delivered with precision. The boys buttocks were soon a mass of livid stripes.And then it happened - a particularly vicious stroke landed square across his balls. He squealed like a pig, and Miss Priscilla gave a little grin. "I'm sorry" she said, but I think that from an expert like Miss Priscilla the cut was well intended.From this point on the boy was struggling,.