We were both introduced to the concept of corporal punishment embodied in the head mistresses closet of special spanking toys. It wasn’t long before... I, the assigned female creature now known as Alice Doe was fully conversant with most of them despite my struggle to adhere to all the rules and regulations that sometimes seemed admittedly a bit ridiculous.Each Saturday, a small gaggle of childless couples descended on the orphanage to sort through the new offerings for that perfect creature to. So I headed home, back to my new home. It was only a little past 10 inthe morning; my new mother wasn't due home until a little after 4. Whatto do with myself?When I opened the front door, the answer presented itself. Clean! Mymother was usually so tired, so depressed, or both, that she only madethe most desultory efforts at housecleaning. Denise had helped out onlyrarely and under extreme protest. That was about to change. I changedout my nice top into an old t-shirt of Denise's (black, of. “Ignore him," she says to me, "its not his cock I want!” and with that she lowers her mouth on to me once more and my cock quickly regains its hardness as I relish the sensation of her soft lips around my bulbous head.Keen not to be interrupted again, I sense an urgency in Cathy’s actions this time and I feel her hand cup my balls in addition to her mesmerizing mouth action. She uses a variety of techniques, licking, sucking, biting and head bobbing and my cock is quickly hard as a rock. I grab. I hadn't been honest withher, and even though I wasn't sure what would happen if I told her thetruth, or at least what I believed to be the truth, I could've tried.As I reached the final verse of the song, I could feel tears rolling downmy cheeks, no doubt ruining my makeup. But I didn't care. I just let themusic flow through me and continued to sing and play."Never was much of a romantic...I could never take the intimacy...And I know I did damage...Cause the look in your eyes is killing.