Our First Female President

Chapter 70 – Party Time

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"Man these white motherfuckers got no morals at all," whispered Doctor Freedman AKA Maya to himself. He was looking down at the top of Tiffany's head, the pretty fourteen-year-old brunette orphan girl sucking his cock. Maya's hand had a firm grasp of the girl's auburn curls as he moved her head back and forth causing her to gag when his cock closed off her air passage. Maya smiled to himself as he watched the girl struggle to breathe. He felt her throat convulsing as her gag reflex responded to the presence of his cock in her throat.

"That's right, you little white whore. Choke on my black dick. You're not the first white bitch to try and swallow it," whispered Maya forcing his cock as far into Tiffany's throat as it would reach. Maya held Tiffany's head firmly as she struggled only allowing her to breathe when she appeared to be passing out.

"I can't breathe," complained Tiffany once she had recovered enough to speak. Saliva was dripping out of her nostrils and there was a sheet of perspiration on her brow.

"You'll learn like a good slut or choke to death trying. Black sisters learn to breathe though their nose when they're being throat fucked. If they don't know how by the time they're twelve, they choke to death. Now let's go again," said Maya grabbing Tiffany's ahead and forced it down on his cock. When he felt his penis head reach the entrance to her throat, he hesitated for a moment to savor the experience then he forced her head downward to wedge his penis in her gagging and pulsing throat. Maya watched in amusement as thick bubbles of saliva emerged from Tiffany's nose. Her legs were shaking as she struggled for breath. Her tongue was aggressively licking the bottom of Maya's cock in an effort to please him. Her tongue traced the path of the ridge of skin that ran along the underside of his cock.

Maya's legs were draped over the padded arms of an easy chair. The skirt of the nurse's uniform was hiked up to his waist. His crotch less silk panties dangled provocatively from the tip of his left pump. He was seated near the dance floor where the dancing had deteriorated into a standup orgy of half naked gyrating bodies. Actually it wasn't all that standup since many of the dancers were taking advantage of the couches and chairs surrounding the dance floor to have sex.

Maya felt his cock harden further as he looked around at the depraved activities surrounding him. A very thin blonde woman that Maya guessed was in her well-preserved fifties was draped across a matching easy chair less than a yard away. She'd shed the pants and jacket of her policeman's costume to reveal bright red lingerie. Dressed in a bright red garter belt and matching hose with a demi bra supporting her aging tits, she looked the part of a worn out street whore.

The lady was making grunting sounds as she was forcefully serviced by two of the male orphans. Both boys had their cheerleader skirts tucked into their waistbands. They were sweating profusely as they pounded away in the woman's pussy and mouth. Periodically, she ordered them to switch positions.

"Oh shit that tastes divine. I just adore the taste of my cunt on a young boy's dick," said the woman to no one in particular as she licked her glandular secretions off the head of the boy's cock that had recently found its home in her pussy.

"That looks pretty hot," said Maya thinking it rude not to comment.

"I see you're training that little slut to deep throat. How thoughtful of you. These poor orphan children need mentoring. They've no mommies or daddies to show them how to fuck," said the woman lifting the boy's cock up with one hand to lick his balls.

"She's learning," said Maya once more lifting a choking and struggling Tiffany off his cock. The sound of the girl gasping for air caused Maya's cock to twitch.

"Don't you just love George's parties?' said the woman to Maya taking the boy's cock out of her mouth for a moment.

"Yeah, they're terrific. It's not often you get the opportunity to fuck so many attractive teenagers," replied Maya.

"How true. Is this your first party?" asked the woman in between swirling her tongue over the cockhead she was stroking with one hand. Her other hand was working between the boy's legs buried between his butt cheeks. "They just love it when you tickle their ass hole. They're all so anal. They bugger each other when they're in the dormitory at night. You love it up the ass, don't you Cecil?"

"Yes, Ma'am. Sodomy is very enjoyable. The girls like it too," responded Cecil, the boy who was screwing the woman's pussy. Taking the hint, he reached his hand into the woman's butt crack pushing his moistened finger into her anus. The woman moaned slightly then squeezed his finger with her rectal muscles.

"That's right, Cecil, put your finger up Momma's butt and stir her shit," gasped the woman.

"Yes, it's my first," said Maya enjoying the sheer debauchery of the orgy.

"Aren't the children beautiful? The Foundation is very selective, only the most attractive and intelligent are chosen," said the woman. "I'm Fran Cummings by the way."

"Doctor Avery Freedman," responded Maya.

"Oh yes, I've heard of you. You're with Candace Williams, our next president," said Fran.

"Yes, my assistant Samuel Markham and I came with Candace and her daughter Briana," said Maya.

"Briana is such a beautiful young girl and her baby is the most exquisite infant I've ever seen. Of course, that's to be expected considering the father,' said Fran.

"Briana's baby seems unusually intelligent," added Maya as he returned his stiff pecker to Tiffany's throat. He didn't want to add that the infant girl scared the living shit out of him.

"Now, you're getting the hang of it, Tiffany," said Maya as he felt his peter slide easily into the warm wet tunnel of the child's throat.

"The Foundation is planning to open an orphanage in Nairobi next year. That's in Kenya," said Fran. "I'm looking forward to sampling the youth of the Dark Continent. Donnie, sweetheart, how about a little squirt of wee-wee for Mommie Fran?"

Maya watched fascinated as the boy whose cock was in Fran's mouth frowned as he concentrated on summoning a quantity of urine from his bladder. His face relaxed once he got his flow started. Fran's throat action indicated she as swallowing mouthful after mouthful of urine. The aroma of fresh urine wafted through the air until it reached Maya's nose.

God that rich bitch is a piss drinker realized Maya. I bet little Tiffany here would like a sample of Dr. Avery's golden elixir before we're done. These people may have money and power but their morals aren't any better than you find in the worst black ghettos mused Maya reaching down to put his hand between Tiffany's butt cheeks to feel her ass pucker. He slipped the large digit past her sphincter noting with satisfaction that she wiggled her butt to embed it deeper.

"That was wonderful, Donnie. Look at my belly. I'm full as a tick. Doctor Avery, boy piss has a marvelous power of rejuvenation. My mother drank a bladder of boy piss once in the morning and once in the evening every day for the last forty years of her life. She lived to be ninety two and looked much younger when she finally succumbed to heart failure," said Fran once she had finished swallowing. "Plus the taste is positively marvelous."

"Really, I hadn't heard that," said Maya continuing his game of choking Tiffany with his cock only allowing her to breathe when she was close to fainting.

"But it must be straight from the bladder at body temperature. It's no good if you collect it and drink it later," said Fran. "It loses its curative powers."

"I'll keep that in mind," said Maya. "Fran, you've attended these parties before?"

"Oh yes, the Masons and the Cummings go way back. My husband Charles, he's the one sodimising that delightful little Mona child over by the bandstand, has served on the Foundation's board.

Maya looked across the room at a heavyset man dressed in a maid's uniform. His short skirt covered the backside of a diminutive red headed girl whose trousers had been pushed down to her ankles. The girl grimaced each time that Charlie thrust his cock into her ass. When Charles saw that Fran and Maya were looking in his directions he waved back.

"Yes, I see him," said Maya.

"George is so thoughtful. He always makes sure that there is at least one pretty red head for Charles to sodomise. Charles' mother was a redhead and she was the first woman he had anally," said Fran. "I bet he's over there calling sweet little Mona by his mother's name, Gale."

"His mom let him fuck her in the shitter?" asked Maya wondering if all rich white people were as completely depraved as Fran and her lot.

"Gale didn't exactly let him. In fact she had no idea her fifteen-year-old son and his friends were traveling her Hershey Highway. She and Charles's stepfather had passed out dead drunk in the foyer of their place in West Palm. They'd been to a party at the Pulitzer's."

"Charles and several of his buddies from St. Andrew's Prep found them there dead to the world when they returned from a beach party. Well, you know how randy teenage boys are; they stripped the two adults naked and enjoyed themselves until Gale threw up all over Sonny Brownlow's boy Danny."

"Sounds like they had a good time,' said Maya.

"Charles didn't care much for his stepfather so he and his friends screwed him royally in the ass then stuck a vintage bottle of champagne, it was a 64 Krug one of the best years, up his butthole. Charles said it was the only time he ever enjoyed any kind of intercourse with his stepfather Count Krushevsky. Of course poor Gale only married the Count because he had a noble title and an eleven-inch cock. How was she to know that he loved to bugger little boys? Still, Charles is awfully proud that from the age of twelve on, he could take the Count cock in his ass and never whimper or cry out. He did hate the part where after he had been sodomised to the point of exhaustion, he had to lick Ivanov's prick clean as a whistle."

"The Count really had eleven inches? That's a real hog killer," said Maya.

"Yes, it was a wrecking machine. I made the mistake of letting the Count screw me right before my first wedding. The Count was a man of daring, a real adventurer. He came into the room where I was dressing for my marriage to whats-his-name and shooed my mother and the bridesmaids away. He was an unbelievably imposing and authoritarian figure. He flung me to the floor and told me to lift my bridal gown that he was going to give me the fucking of my life."

"And nobody tried to stop him?' questioned Maya.

"Why would they do that? After he ripped my panties off, he screwed me on the floor of the bride's dressing room at St. Paul's. The head of his prick rumbled around in my womb doing untold damage as I screamed my orgasms. Then he took my anally and God did that hurt. His peter was covered in shit and blood when he pulled it out. He insisted I clean if off with my mouth. I walked down the aisle on my father's arm with the taste of my own shit in my mouth. It was a beautiful wedding. Mind you, I wasn't a virgin on my wedding day. My father had seen to that when I was thirteen."

"But you managed to get through the wedding with a wrecked pussy, a bleeding asshole and shit on your breath," said Maya.

"Yes, I hobbled down the aisle, barely able to walk with semen dripping out my twat. It was the wedding of the season. Donnie you switch with Cecil. Here use this K-Y warming jell to lubricate Mommy's asshole. I'm ready to have my rear penetrated," said Fran handing Donnie the plastic container.

"Take your blouse off, Tiffany, so I can see your ta-tas," said Maya after he allowed a choking and sputtering Tiffany to come up for a little air.

Obedient to a flaw, Tiffany grabbed the bottom of the navy blue midshipmen's blouse and pulled it over her head. Maya's cock twitched when he saw how her breasts were still not fully formed. It reminded him of his days growing up in what passed for the black ghetto of Charleston. He along with other members of his gang had competed to bust the cherries of any girl that came into their clutches. That had turned out to be quite a few. Maya fondly recalled how they squealed in pain the first time they had to take a cock in their vagina and how it had thrilled him to pull his blood streaked cock out of a young girl writhing in agony each time he slammed his prick in as deep as it would go. Of course after a few gang rapes, a girl got used to fucking and then they would hang around all the time wanting to screw and making a nuisance of themselves.

Maya reached down and took her small buds in his hands and squeezed hard while he pulled Tiffany toward him. The girl squirmed and whimpered as Maya's strong fingers flattened her nipples. Tears formed in her eyes but she refused to cry out.

"Listen, you little white bitch, you got to learn to breathe through your nose when you're being throat fucked. Now let's try again," said Maya relaxing his grip on Tiffany's breasts.

"Yes, sir, I'll learn," sniffed Tiffany. Tiffany swirled her tongue around the reddish head of Maya's cock. Next she raised the cock with her small hand and licked the underside of the shaft all the while making cooing sounds.

This is much tougher than the boys at the orphanage thought Tiffany as she worked Maya's dick. But the Counselor said there would be some very demanding people here tonight and we should go all out all to make them happy. Especially since it is their contributions that keep a roof over our heads and food in our bellies.

***

George always knows what I like said Candace as the five heavily muscled boys slammed her against the wall and began ripping her Roman Consul's uniform off. They were being anything but nice about it but that was how she wanted it.

In an earlier email to George, she had written, "My sex life has gotten a little humdrum as of late. It would be much appreciated if you could arrange for me to be the subject of considerable violence, humiliation and rape."

Kyle, the largest and strongest of the boys brutally pressed his lips against Candace's forcing her mouth open with his tongue. His strong hard hands and nails dug into her breasts causing her to squirm. Someone ripped the bottom of her costume off leaving her clad only in her Roman sandals. Fingers forced themselves into her vagina brutally probing her tender parts.

Candace had left the dance floor with George Mason. He escorted her to a room on the upper floor of his mansion. The five youths were extremely strong and athletic. Three of them were on the orphanages wrestling team that had won the state championship. The other two ran track and played on the school's basketball team. Their young bodies were ripped with muscles and they had the superior endurance of their years.

Candace wasn't the first woman that the five had violently rapped. George responding to the suggestions of certain donors who attended his fund raising galas realized that straight sex no matter how depraved did not meet the needs of everyone. A year ago, George Mason had assembled the five boys and informed them that they were going to be acting as a rape team during the charity galas. He had selected not only for their muscular athletic physiques but also upon the recommendations of the Counselors that the boys had a predilection for violence especially sexual violence.

Kyle had raped any number of his fellow orphans leaving them bleeding and sobbing in their dormitory beds.

"We really should have him sedated on meds before he kills someone," said his Counselor when discussing Kyle's joining George's special quintet.

"Perhaps in the future we will but for this year, I want our boy Kyle to be able fully express his desires," said George.

"You are aware that he raped and beat, Inez, one of our counselors. She said something that pissed him off. He beat the piss out of her, broke several ribs and her nose. Put the stupid bitch in the hospital for a week," said the Counselor.

"That makes him all the more appealing," said George. "Of course, we have out rules and Kyle must obey them. Else, I'll ship him off to our place in Brazil where his kind are considered normal," said George.

George had explained to the five that the women they would meet had a taste for violent sex where there were extreme elements of brutality and humiliation. He had also stated that there were limits.

"Don't use your fists but open palmed slaps are allowed. In fact, they're encouraged,' said George. "You can work on their tits and ass until they're cherry red but no permanent damage. Don't break any bones or knock out any teeth. But do by all means make them scream."

"How about anal?" asked Reggie, a tall black boy known throughout the orphanage for the length and girth of his cock and his tendency to force it up the rectum of younger girls and boys that happened his way. He had intimidated a number of the orphans into regularly visiting his room at night. Their moans and cries echoed through the dark corridors. They called it getting 'Regified' and having an asshole that was red, possibly bleeding, and not quite able to fully close were the hallmarks of a visit to Reggie's room.

"Spit on their ass and ram it home. They expect and want it to hurt," said George. "Of course, there will be instances where the wife has displeased their husband and you will be acting as a punishment squad. Before each event, you will be thoroughly briefed about what will be expected."

"And their breasts?" asked Samuel. "I got a thing for working on tits."

"Pinch their nipples flat, pull them out as far as you can, make them scream. Be creative. A good sadist is always on the lookout for something that is new and innovative," said George.

George's rape team proved very popular with certain types of donors. Usually they had abusive husbands or fathers. On two occasions, the subjects had been a couple.

Kyle, with his handsome but cruel face and inborn skill at creating pain and humiliation had been an unqualified success. Kyle's performances at the galas had lead to requests for him as a weekend partner. When these requests were accompanied by a sizeable donation they were invariably honored. Rich patrons had flown Kyle to various exotic locales where he subjected women of great wealth to the most humiliating and painful situations. To Kyle, such trips were all the more delicious when the woman's spouse watched.

Sometimes they were willing participants but in many cases they were the trophy wives of rich and powerful husbands. The husbands felt the need to have the wife disciplined for some infraction or shortcoming. An afternoon spent with Kyle resulted in a significant change of attitude in a rebellious wife instilling in her a strong desire not to repeat her offense.

"Now the lady you'll be entertaining tonight is very special. You can be extremely rough. Rape her. Degrade her. She wants it that way. But she's extremely strong and agile so it will take the five of you to subdue her," said George in his briefing of his rape team prior to the start of the gala.

"Huh, the five of us for one woman, you've got to be kidding," said the largest and strongest boy, Randall.

"Senator Williams is a very special case. It will take all five of you and you'll only succeed because she let's you," said George.

George left immediately after introducing Candace to the five. As soon as the door closed, Samuel, the winner of the state wrestling championship in his weight class, stepped quickly forward and delivered an open palmed slap to the right side of Candace's face that snapped her face to one side. A thin splatter of blood from Candace's split lip made a line of red dots on the white wall.

Good thought Candace feeling her sex responds to the brutal act. They know what I want and need.

"Nothing, that's nothing, is that as hard as you can hit," said Candace her voice filled with contempt.

"Slut, when we're through with you, you'll be begging us not to hurt you anymore," said Samuel right before delivering a lighting kick to Candace's groin that sent her sprawling on the floor holding her crotch with both hands.

"We're going to strip you naked to start," said Kyle grabbing Candace by the hair and raising her off the floor.

"And once we get you naked, we're going to whip and fuck you until you shit yourself," said Samuel.

Candace's cunt quivered in desire when she looked at the coiled whip attached to Samuel's belt.

"Loop this around her hands," said Kyle handing a length of leather belting to the three others holding a naked Candace against the walls. They quickly tied her hands behind her back.

"Make her elbows meet. I don't give a shit if it breaks her arms," said Kyle handing Samuel another length of belting.

"You're going to love the way this makes your tits stand out," said Samuel pulling the leather tight to draw Candace's elbows together behind her back.

Candace screamed in response to the excruciating pain in her shoulders and chest. It felt like her ribs were being pulled away from her sternum. Her scapula met and pressed painfully against each in this unnatural position. She was pinned hard against the wall. The side of her face distorted as she cried out when her elbows were pushed together then bound and tightened.

"Are you suffering?" whispered Kyle pressing his lips to Candace's ear then slowly sticking the tip of his tongue into her ear.

"Yes, the pain is unbearable," responded Candace through clinched teeth.

"Ah but this is only the beginning, Candace. You will suffer, beg, plead and my cock will get harder and harder as a result."

"You bastard," said Candace thrilled at what was happening.

"On the count of three, spin her around," ordered Kyle who proceeded to count off the numbers. But when he reached the count of two, they acted.

As soon as Candace was rotated to face the room, her chest exploded in pain. In a brief instant, she saw that Kyle and Reggie were each holding a ping-pong paddle and the paddles were traveling in an arc toward her jutting breasts. There was a round splat as the hard rubberized surface of the paddle flattened both her breasts simultaneously. Candace emitted a full throat scream as she fell to the floor writhing in agony.

"That is so fucking kewl. They're not expecting it and the look on her face was priceless," said Samuel high fiving with Kyle and Reggie.

"Tit warming time," said Ezra reaching down to take a handful of Candace's hair and pulling her upright.

"Reggie and I will hold her for you guys," said Kyle stepping behind Candace on one side as Reggie took the other.

Candace couldn't move. The two muscular boys held her immobilized as Ezra and Robert took up positions in front and slightly to the side of Candace. Each boy was holding a ping-pong paddle.

"I hope you don't mind purple tits because the last slut we paddled told George it was a month before the bruises disappeared," Kyle whispered in Candace's ear.

Candace noted that Ezra was right handed and Robert a leftie. That made them an ideal pair to work together.

"And a one," sounded Kyle.

The impacts mashed Candace's breasts almost flat as the soft tissue was violently compressed. A loud shrill scream escaped Candace's throat but it was cut short when Kyle announced, "Two" and the paddles landed again.

Candace's breasts began to swell and discolor. By the time the count reached twenty her breasts were a deep purple and had almost doubled in size. As the breast tissue expanded, the pain of the blows increased. At the end count of forty, Candace was sobbing hysterically when they allowed her to drop to the floor.

A foot slammed into her rib cage with such force that her body rose off the floor. Kyle embedded his hand in Candace's hair and pulled her upright then walked her a few steps to drape her over a whipping bench. They were well practiced and in a matter of minutes, they had untied Candace's arms from behind her back and secured them to the bottom of the bench. Her ankles were also tightly restrained. Candace shivered in expectation as her position. Her buttocks were pointed almost toward the ceiling. She was bent like a clothespin over the bench.

As soon as she was secure, a cane landed across her bottom wrenching a scream from the Senator. Kyle felt his cock stiffen as he watched Reggie's cane compress the flesh. A red stripe began to appear the instant the cane left the surface of the buttocks.

"Each of us gives her ten. That's fifty total. Her ass will be raw when we're done," said Kyle.

Candace screamed each time the cane landed on her buttocks. After a while, the skin broke and Candace could feel blood trickling down the back of her legs. At fifty, they stopped and retied her hands behind her back. This time they worked harder at forcing her arms together behind her back.

They stood Candace upright. They had left her ankles shackled to the bottom of the whipping bench.

"We call this riding the javelin," said Kyle sliding a long pole between Candace's legs. "A few bounces on this and you will be begging us to stop."

Reggie and Randall took a position at each end of the javelin and lifted causing Candace to rise off the floor with all her weight resting on her pussy. As soon as the boys reached the point where Candace's ankle chains grew taut, they started bouncing her up and down on the flexible pole. The pain emanating from her body weight resting on her pussy was agonizing and Candace gave full voice to the pain. Her screams reverberated off the sound proof walls.

"That's right, give it to her good," said Kyle encouraging his compatriots.

After numerous bounces each of which caused Candace to scream, the boys conveyed Candace to an apparatus they jokingly referred to as the 'rape altar'. Kyle had designed the 'rape altar' then constructed it in the orphanages wood working shop.

Candace was placed on her back on the altar. The altar was small. Candace's head hung off one end and her legs the other. A wide belt around Candace's waist her in place. A loop of Nylon strapping with Velcro fasteners was fastened around each wrist. Candace's arms were stretched wide using a hand cranked take up reel concealed underneath the table. Reggie and Samuel did not stop turning the cranks until Candace screamed from the pain in her shoulder joints. Next they attached strapping to her ankles and stretched legs back toward her head until her knees rested on her shoulders.

"Open wide," said Kyle pinching Candace's nose shut. When she opened her mouth to breathe, a medical speculum was placed in her mouth and wedged between her teeth. Slowly, Kyle adjusted the slide to a position where Candace's mouth was as wide as possible.

"Preparing you for some serious skull fucking," said Kyle as he fixed another strap across Candace's forehead. He tightened the strap pulling the crown of her head toward the floor.

"Trussed up like a chicken," commented Kyle when they were done.

"See this cock, bitch," said Reggie fisting his cock in Candace's view. "It's going to split your ass wide open."

For the next ninety minutes the five boys took turns raping a moaning and grunting Candace in all three of her orifices.

***

"Go ahead and squeal, squeal like a little piglet," whispered Brother Markham AKA Stephanie to Lucas. "Thanks to that little blue pill I can fuck you until your ass bleeds."

"But it's so big," whined Lucas who was a small for his fourteen years. Ordinarily, Lucas loved to be sodomised. His roommate, Zack, at the orphanage, penetrated him practically every night and Lucas looked forward to being down on his hands and knees getting it in the rear from Zack's cock. Sometimes, Eddie, from across the hall joined them and he got it in both ends at the same time. But Stephanie's cock was much larger than Zack's or any of the boys on his floor. Still, Lucas had been trained to deal with the situation. Lucas recalled the advice that Gary, one of the older boys had given him when he asked how to handle cocks that were too big for his asshole.

"There's no such thing as too big. Take long slow deep breaths and play with your cock. It'll relax you. On the other hand, the guest may get a kick out of your acting like it hurts. If he does, cry and beg him to stop. That'll make him really want to split your ass open," observed Gary.

"Wiggle your ass, boy," ordered Stephanie pushing his cock as far into Lucas's rear as he could manage. "That's right. That's a good little boy whore," said Stephanie when Lucas rubbed his skinny boyish ass against him.

"Can I eat your ass, Stephanie," said a voice behind Brother Markham. There was already a small hand pushing between his buttocks. A finger trailed across his crinkled sphincter creating a wonderful sensation that caused Brother Markham to moan aloud.

"Oh you sure can, Zachary, part my cheeks and suck butt," said Stephanie looking over his shoulder at the handsome youth behind him.

These orphans have been expertly trained thought Brother Markham as he felt Zack's tongue begin work on his asshole. Zack had the good sense to gently grasp Stephanie's low hangers and pull them downward adding to his pleasure from forcing his cock into Lucas's bottom.

***

"Drain me. Work me. Suck me dry," whispered Briana to the twin girls that were painfully sucking on her milk filled breasts. Briana had to remove James' boy cock from her mouth to make that statement.

The girl's mouths covered the protruding milk buds of her areole. Briana could actually sense the flow of milk from her breasts into the demanding mouths of Chloe and Marie. Both had their strong youthful hands wrapped around the base of Briana's breasts. They were pressing hard to force as much milk from her tits as possible. They were squeezing as they sucked. There was certain desperation to their actions.

"Chew on my nipples, you little whores," ordered Briana lifting James cock to suck on his balls reaching past his nuts with one hand to finger his asshole.

Briana exulted in the pain she felt as strong young teeth crushed her breast flesh grinding the nipples flat.

Mother's right about we William's women needing pain to go with our sex.