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“You know Michael; this whole thing is kind of amazing. I mean where would we ever get a chance to do all this stuff before we got into a steady guy? Learning so much about what boys like and don’t like will make us all more comfortable.” Lorelei piped up with “Don’t forget that we’re all learning so much about ourselves too. I mean petite we were so worried about so many things before and now we’re doing stuff without really caring that before we tried this stuff ourselves, we thought only sluts did it.” Sandy drew in a breath at the word ‘slut’ and almost whispered to all of us. “Oh my god…are we sluts? After driving all afternoon and into the early evening, Bonnie and I reached Wausau, in upper central Wisconsin, where the hospital my uncle was born in was located. I wagered that even if my uncle's family didn't live in Wausau, they wouldn't live too far outside it. After asking for directions at various gas stations, I was finally able to find the hospital. Once I knew where that was it was time to find lodging for the night. We got a room at a motel not terribly far from the hospital and I dropped Bonnie off at the room. I told her to order us some delivery while I ran down to the hospital to ask some questions. Since we drove up here on a weekend and it was Saturday night, most government buildings or other facilities where we might get more information would not be open, nor would they be tomorrow. This trip wasn't about finding my family on the first try so much as it was about getting an idea about the area and where I might concentrate my efforts in the future. As far as the hospital went, I was rough mostly interested in learning how large a geographical area they usually serviced and maybe see if there were any staff who might have worked there over the last eighteen years. I figured if my uncle and I were born in the same area, it stood to reason I might have been born in the same hospital and maybe, however unlikely, there might be someone on staff who worked here back then. I didn't have any expectations, as this was such a long stretch, but I was here so I might as well try. On the way to the hospital, I decided to stop at a gas station along the way to pick us up something to drink. At first glance, Wausau didn't seem big enough to have a real 'seedy' part of town, so I was a bit surprised when I noticed some women standing in the empty parking lot adjacent to the gas station. Clearly they were prostitutes, judging by their apparel, but it was unseasonably cold out tonight and rainy meaning it would be a long slow night for them. My time inside the station took longer than expected, because of a couple of Latino bums trying to buy some whiskey with what change they had between them. After arguing about whether to buy less alcohol so they could buy some cigarettes, followed by homemade a lengthy process of trying to min/max their purchase by selecting a product then rejecting it due to price, before selecting another, etc. After a few minutes they finally settled on their purchase, I quickly paid for mine and was out the door right behind them. They smelled like some of my fosters did. I never wanted to end up like that, but I digress. As I walked back out to my car, I noticed that the girl's pimps showed up. I say 'pimps' as there were two of them, but I suspected that one was operating under the authority of the other. There were five girls, two with one pimp and three with the other, but it was the one with the three that caught my attention. Apparently one of the little white girls pissed off her pimp as he was really laying into small tits her. Normally, I wouldn't care about such things, as I would punish my women when they got out of line, but for whatever reason this particular situation rubbed me the wrong way. When I punish my women, I do it calmly and in a controlled manner. I have wailed on them from time to time, but that was always during a pain session and never during a punishment and I never struck them with a closed fist. A girl should never be beaten when you are angry because you lack personal restraint at that point, as evidenced by the fact that you're angry, under the influence of emotion. No, when you are angry, you put the girl on lockdown and you save physical punishment for when you are in a clear frame of mind, after having had a chance to weigh the punishment against the crime. What the pimp was doing was out of rage, by the look on the girl's faces. The fact the second pimp was standing by, keeping his girls out of the situation, told me that this was more than just an 'attitude adjustment' or 'correctional education'. After slapping the girl around a few times, yelling at her, the large black dude drew his balled fist back and drilled the little girl upside the head, sending her straight to the ground, drawing cries and pleas of mercy from the other girls. He set up the ladder, put on his gloves and grabbed a hand trowel and a trash bag and climbed up. The game was quickly reduced to a comedy skit as we stared at the jumpy black dots and tried to add them up. Elizabeth told me that she was beaten last year…not as many times as I was and for some minor transgression in class. small tits Behind me, Lilith transitioned to my ass, wrapping her lips and sucking as her tongue outlined my spokes. Her pussy lips were wet and already spreading as she opened herself to me. She pulled my head down to her pussy. Hannibal homemade pounded her for a good ten minutes before unloading in her pussy. With one arm across her swaying tits and rough petite with my other hand violently rubbing her clit I pounded away like an animal. Incestuous heaven surrounded my dick. I laughed again as Lucy stepped into a summery skirt, Latino quite thin and flared, but not that short. “Hi.” I chuckled and shook my head, smiling on the outside but hating myself on the inside.