I leapt out of bed and went to get washed ……..only to find Kate in the bathroom. I yelled at her “Hurry up in there”. She whispered back “...I’ve only just got in here, you’ll have to wait.” “Be quick,” I shouted, “I need to get washed before breakfast”. At this point Aunty Beryl appeared at the bottom of the stairs and asked what was going on? “I want to get washed, but Kate is in the bathroom.” “You shouldn’t have left it so late and stop shouting right away or you’ll be in trouble. You know. Sir." SMACK!"Oh two sir..."SMACK!"Three sir..."SMACK!"Four sir..." on and on it went. the belt smacking my thick ass, leaving red marks and welts. and through all the pain, I realized something. I was starting to ENJOY THIS. I could feel my pussy getting wet with every spank and every reply of "....sir" and before I knew it, soft barely (or hopefully barely) audible moans came with every count. and it seemed almost too soon before I moaned out"Fifteen sir." and with that, I heard him drop the. Making collection calls was not something he was looking forward to doing, but maybe he could push most of those off on Abby. 'If I'm going to stick her with the lousy jobs, I'll have to pay her.'David established a new routine. He ate some meals with his family and some in the apartment. He saw Abby almost every day to give her the billing, and they spoke several times by phone each day. Every evening, before going to bed, he drew. Every night, before he fell asleep, he thought about Abby and. London is a big city, but there can’t be that many Sophia James in London. Surely I can find her again. I go up stairs and back into my office. It even smells like her in here and we didn't even... Ugh.... Anyone who didn’t know me would think I had lost some long love. I turn on my computer and it whirs to life quietly. I drum my fingers on the desktop impatiently, trying to think of everything I know about her apart from her name.I don’t have much to be honest. I type her name into Google.