I know I wasn’t.”The door opened and Imogen strode in as if she owned the place.“My God, look at the state of you. I was going to ask why you we...ren’t at breakfast, but I guess it’s kind of obvious.”I grunted again. Words are over-rated anyway.“Come on, go and shower and get dressed. We have a lecture in half an hour. You can get something to eat after that.”“Just leave me alone,” I whined.“Get the fuck up now and go clean yourself up! I’ll make you some coffee. You’ll have to drink it though. She sucked it there even with the few remaining droplets of pee.“You’re nasty fucking slut, aren’t you,” chuckled Matt.“Mmhmm,” the femboi moaned. “Daddy loves it, sissy boi!”Matt held onto Cody’s head with both hands. He fucked her face gently. “Babe, I’m ready to fuck you!”They went to the bedroom where Cody lay back. Matt presented his cock once more for a bit more oral pleasure. While receiving head, he also tugged at Cody’s hard clitty. It was considerably smaller than the bulky man’s own. The third one I received was from a guy named “Tony.” He included a photo of what appeared to be an 8 or 9 inch cock – it was huge, and at least his torso was very attractive – he had awesome abs. His message simply read, “If you’re serious,” despite the fact that my post had stated that it wasn’t a joke.“Yes. Very serious. If that’s you, you have a nice cock. Would you like to use it?” I replied.“If you’re serious, just tell me when and where.”I sent him my spare cell phone number and asked. "There will be one strike on each foot for every hour you were missing, Slut. How many was that? Ten?"In succession, the strikes land against my foot, lightly but to maximum effect, with tears welling in my eyes. Still, I fight against the urge to scream out my safeword. I can't give in. I'm stronger than that, and if I can endure it, the reward that follows could be wondrous. I just need to hold it together.Switching to my other foot, the cane continues to bounce over my heel, the instep and.