"And now you have the... the fucking nerve to question me about my life?You're not my friend anymore, or did I just make that up?"Kyle was shocked and... silenced. He couldn't help but concede that Chriswas right, he had completely shut him out since that moment. That momentthat he couldn't accept or deal with, but also couldn't forget. Thatmoment that right now had caused him to feel such raw heartache andjealousy.Both boys sat on the edge of the bed in silence."I don't know what I am," Chris. It was so tight, I could see the lacy pattern of her bra through the material and her hard nipples poking through as she must have been pretty cold being dressed like that.We chatted for a little while, asking the usual questions, giving the usual answers, all the while she was going about doing what she needed to do, but with a suspiciously high amount of bending down and giving me plenty to look at, even seeming to wriggle about a bit as she did so, so that her magnificent tits swayed. I just. “Sissy cunt”. His voice sounded ‘normal’ (not unlike mine) but his then and throughout had a hard edge.“Yes Sir”“You will refer to me as Master at all times. OK cunt?”“Yes Master”“I will ask you questions now and you will answer immediately with no hesitation. Hesitate and the call ends. Permanently. Understand cunt?”“Yes Master”“First name?”“Neville”“Answer respectfully you pervert!”“Master, my name is Neville”“Married?”“Yes Master I am married”“Wife’s name”“Master, my wife’s name is Joan”. Her back, sides and legs all bore marks of abuse. She was reluctant to let us know that her husband had been doing most of this, but, at least, she bowed to our authority.It was fortunate that her husband wasn’t here today; I have seldom wanted to kill anyone ... but... Susan had been lucky enough to stop here for coffee on the way to pick him up from work ... and I took a perverse amount of pleasure in thinking that he would have a very long wait. Sandra’s look showed me that we were in.