His punishment was humiliating enough, his reaction was even worse. But worst of all, was when Mandy paused in the spanking and leaned toward him and ...whispered in his ear, " You're not just a sissy-panty, are you? You're a secret sub sissy-slut, aren't you? Answer me, boy!"To Victor's chagrin and Mandy's delight, his cock got even harder, a tear fell from his eyes and his head nodded 'yes'.Mandy grabbed the cum-soaked panties from his hand and stuck them right below his nose. " You like the. I need a new perspective. She has obligations there."As Bill walked to his office, he pondered her last question. Why do I have to go there? Ashley could just as well come here. We have a similar facility to her Safe Safe Refuge House. You became infatuated with that job at the same time she took over your life and caused you to stop thinking clearly.Valerie's question continued to haunt him for the rest of the day. When he was at home sitting in his favorite chair, he called Ashley. She. “Thank you Brock! You are right!” Melanie smiled proudly at her son for standing his ground.“Oh, you are such a kiss-ass,” Savannah said to Melanie with a lemony expression.“Yep, I’ve kissed Brock’s ass, your ass, the neighbor’s ass, if there is an ass that needs kissing I’ll pucker up and put on a fresh coat of lipstick,” Melanie smiled and roleplayed her dimwitted bimbo persona.“Fine, for our own good,” Savannah shrugged that she’d accept the handcuffs for now. She asked “How are we supposed. I yelled from inside the room saying I would be right out. So I finished what I started and swallowed every last drop, not that there was any doubt that I wouldnt, (to this day I love the feeling of a mans warm cum sliding down my throat) so there wouldnt be any evidence on me when I left the room. I met Kelly outside and she said Tracy went home with her boyfriend so we were on our own walking back to the apartment. On the way home she told me she promised Tracy shed look after me and we both.