And when you got out, you would have no job, no prospects, and would probably have to turn to drugs and crime to get by. Who knows, you may even had b...ecome a prostitute to survive. That is not right just because you made a mistake. I am giving you a chance to redeem yourself and keep from spiraling into an even worse condition," he said. "Thank you Master," Amy said, "I accept the position as your house slut and I will do whatever I can to earn your trust again. Thank you for believing in me. Then she gained speed until a harsh loud smack sound, was heard . I tried hard not to cum “ I want to cum “ I told her . She half grinned, licked her lips and just bounced harder . “ it’s okay... when you ready “ she told me . Then the pressure built up , in my toes . My breathing quickened , she dropped her weight one final time . Then I started to cum inside her , she squirmed and so did I . Her nails duh into my chest , I pressed her hips down and smiled . Then she climbed off , she lay next. "Are you crying?" Smack.He cleared his throat, "No Sir."That seemed to satisfy Dad and he got back on flow."Are you sure?" Smack."Yes, Sir." Bullshit." Smack. "You probably like getting punished." Smack."Get to put on your dress like the girl you are." Dad was working hislegs now, that meant he was running down."Is that it?" Smack."No Sir." You lose on purpose? Are you a sissy? Are you a girl? Are you weak?You want to keep wearing your dress? You want to wear it to school?"Every. “They’re friends of Irene. She is a photographer. Her studio is in another part of this building. She does occasional work for them.” Elizabeth was curious and wanted to know more. “What kind of photography does she do Grace?” Grace hesitated, then moved closer to Liz and said with a soft voice: “She does work with models. She’s a professional and constantly looking for new girls. She…ehhh…does mainly…how shall I describe it…adult work…” Grace locked eyes with Liz. She saw the shock and.