Yes mum knows about me dressing and so does my sister... What do you want exactly?I avoided the other part, for now anyway and hit send.He didn't keep... me waiting long this time!You didn't answer the other question so I assume they don't know about that. The added a little devil emoticon to the message. He obviously liked to play. I decided to up the stakes.'I know who you are by the way. I saw you with your binoculars in your back bedroom window. Perving on k**s!!! Tut tut!!'I added a little. Then Victor shoved his meat in and held it there, just making small motions. Sandrine’s complaints were silenced. Soon she was trying to shake her head, but the fleshy spike impaling her mouth held her almost motionless. She was gripping the ropes near her hands and pulling, knuckles white, muscles on her arms standing out in sharp relief. She began to kick her legs and thrash her body. Finally, a stream of pee emerged from her, arching to almost the end of the table. After ten seconds or so. “Grab a pen and try to write something!” screeches Patty, and they both try frantically to write their names while holding a pen in their mouth. Nothing, they can barely even get the pen to make even a squiggle. “Gotcha there buckaroo.” Says a big sounding man as a loop of rope is thrown over Jacob’s head. Jacob turns around, pulling at the rope in the process, and sees farmer Wayson holding the other end of the rope. His big son has another rope around Patty’s neck, and they. I didn't know which ones to get, but the two names I recognized were Playboy and Penthouse, so I purchased one of each. The guy behind the counter gave me a lecherous grin, but thankfully said nothing as he tucked them in a paper sack for me. I almost ran to the car before anyone could see me with them, and then headed for home. After Kyle left for school, I pulled the magazines out of the bag and was tempted to review them. They were wrapped in plastic, so I decided to leave them as they were.