And again started crying.I felt drowsy and slept and woke up by 7.00 Am on the next day,even then my mom was not there,I asked my father about mom,he ...told her that she will come soon,but she did not come home for 3 days,me and my sister started crying for my mom and my dad took us to the land lord’s house,to bring my mom back.as we entered the house we heard loud screams of a lady,later I realised it is my mom’s voice.we were waiting in the hall,after half and hour of wait we heard a loud. " "WHAT! Can this be the same priestess who ordered the flaying alive of awhole town? Time was, when you would have made it a thousand strokes of thewhip!" "Your memory serves you well noble warrior. Ingrid, make it one hundred lashes.The crone has served me well and will hopefully continue to do so." "Why are we here?" Claire asked, "and who are you?" she demanded. "My my! a feisty one for a change. I shall have much sport with you," Helgaremarked with an evil smile. "I am Helga, high. Grinning, I fixed several Bloody Caesars. "Thanks. Do you think Mac will care?" I could see the owner's thinning pate of red hair midway through the crowd."I think Mac might try to take you back to the office and have his way with you on the couch."I threw back my head and laughed. For a brief moment our eyes met and it felt like we were the only two people in the room. And then half-time hit."Hey, Buddy." The guy who beckoned Shaun over was at least 6'5"; young, buff, and good looking in a. Determined to please their tutor and prove they were ready to lactate they were resigned to imitating all the strokes and pinches the milkman had used on them. They fervently squeezed each other’s breasts, twisting and pinching the prominent nipples, but to no avail. Their melons reddened under each other’s ardent attention, they heaved and tormented their sensitive flesh till their hands ached and they fell asleep bare breasted in a loving sisterly embrace.Elsewhere on the farm their mother.