Twice I got drunken youths touching me up.She smiled.I shuddered, Maybe you should go up there and see if you can’t break the ice.Mr Byrne I askedHe slapped me, I am your fetish mother and you will address me as that I was looking up at him, cum running down my cock, he was dressed stockings in my mature mom's clothes telling me to call him mom, this was more fucked up that ever before.He came over to me you have been wanking again son he said in his best mom impersonation Look at you, you have your cum all over your pussy cock, I will clean it off for you He opened his mouth and started to suck me again MOM.....I looked up at him and his face said stop Lesbian but his eyes said ‘for god sake keep going’.He was so close he could smell her girly aroma and see tiny beads of moisture leaking from inside.The three guys that came to get the funds from Tracey again, were found almost dead in the recycle bin, not killed for profession-al courtesies perhaps, but the pimp didn’t do so well.Go get them Henry told his daughters.She laughed, causing his spirits to soar.I asked. The two then alternated, a blow from behind, then one in front, then both hitting together. The second whip was slightly softer than the first but stung even more and marked even more, another of Helen’s toys from the bag. The whips would mark but not cut, which is why Helen had chosen these two, and they whipped her for ten, perhaps fifteen minutes. Towards the end of the whipping one of the women took the whip and Helen’s grunts at each blow turned to genuine screams as attention was focused by this particular sadist on Helen’s nipples, then the inside of her thighs and finally Lesbian on mature her sex. Eventually the whipping eased and then stopped and Helen knew that somewhere during fetish that ordeal she had climaxed at least twice, no one had noticed, no one had cared. When they had finished Helen simply hung limp and was again aware that everyone was standing back from her. Just looking… She knew from experience with mirrored rooms pussy what her body looked like now; she had seen herself after an experience like that. From shoulders to knees she was covered in dark red welts, some will have bruised, especially those on her thigh and breasts, her buttocks were already badly bruised and now almost certainly had one or two lines of thin blood just below the surface. Her sex was red and burning, the lips puffy from and unaccustomed abuse and torture.Helen heard the conspiratorial whispering again and then a woman’s voice and then we must be off. She heard a match strike in the quietness of the room and smelt a cigar as Richard came around in front of her; he looked straight at her with cold, icy eyes. She saw he give some sort of signal with his right hand and felt the chain lengthening and let herself relax until she was kneeling on the floor, hands on her knees, sitting on her stockings ankles.