. as her top falls open her smile warms and she says "I wore that blue teddy you like from my pictures." The blouse falls to the floor and she steps t...oward me.She's taller than me. Good n thick too. She places one hand flat on the middle of my chest as she leans in. I'm so hot for this girl. (and a little scared)(it’s been years...) I lean in to meet her half way but she's holding me back... my flesh is burning against her open hand...I push harder... she resists. She leans in further... the. He works his way down my back; as he reaches my waist, I swear to myself, for the hundredth time, that I will never again come back here. But I know that I will.He stops after whipping my waist. I continue to cry, for a long time. He gives me sugared water. I hadn't even realized he had left. I drink the water greedily. Screaming and crying is thirsty work. He moves again behind me. How many lashes have I received? I lost count, but I can remember. Twenty to my back. Eighty more to go. I feel. He managed to turn himself towards shore where he could barely make out people, no one seemed the wiser. It was his personal struggle as the kids still rushed back and fourth in a feverish frenzy as they squealed and laughed. Another breath burned of water and filled his mouth when he hoped to screamed for help. Meanwhile… Bobby lay on his family room couch with the sheets of sunlight coming through the sliding floor glass and blinds, they painted a shadow of a tree along the brown carpet. CD. The chateau possessed a large swimming pool with it?s own spacious changing area. We were taken to the large changing showers were Jacqueline arrived with an old fashioned ?chamber pot?. Mummy Jones instructed me to squat over the pot whilst a now naked Marjorie deftly unscrewed my butt plug. Fortunately, I was not ?bursting? so there was no splash or mess. A modest quantity of whoopsies trickled into the pot but there was not the usual nightly build up of pressure. I made a.