On the other hand, shouldn’t I talk to someone about her behaviour? If so, who? Perhaps her sister, Ruth? We always got along well. Maybe she could ...tell me what the problem was. What was the risk? If I asked her to keep a confidence, I was reasonably certain she would. Another decision to make. I was off the road for the week and I had the opportunity to observe Carla more closely. I was at a loss to explain her sullenness. I could see no evidence that she wasn’t healthy or that she was under. Woken some time later by noise in the hall downstairs, I couldn’t help but look to see it was his mother Booth coming home from a party at a neighbour’s place, very drunk. Her husband Pete wasn’t with her. There was no sign of Mick, but he is a heavy sleeper. Booth sat at the bottom of the stairs trying to get her shoes off. Why I don’t know - but maybe it was her presence, alone and me still randy - I went down and asked if she needed help. She looked up at me with sad bleary eyes and I could. . Uh...” I stammered.“Get in the car, and come over here right now,” she said.“But, I–”She cut me off before I could fumble for an excuse. “You have two choices. Get in the car, or I hang up and call your mother. If you doubt me, just keep watching on your little spy cam.”“I... Okay.”“I know how long it takes you to get from there to here, so don’t dilly-dally. If you’re not here when I expect you, I will be calling again. Chop chop.”She ended the call, and the video feed replaced the. When her top was off, he grabbed her hands again, and in a very determined way he dealt her 10 slaps on her arse and the backside of her thighs. This time Helly wriggled her hips, but not as if to avoid him, more like she tried to make her ass even more vulnerable. Strong currents of passion and submission cursed through her body and her mind, and her breathing became more ragged. After the last slap Peter let his hand rest on the backside of her thighs, and a little later he slowly and.