After slurping all the cum off of Terry, I ran to take a shower. I had never felt so dirty. I put on a robe before exiting. He hadn’t said I couldn�...��t. I checked on Donald. He was still asleep, looking very much at peace. I almost couldn’t enter Stace’s room.“It’s okay, Mom. You’re protecting me.” Stace used my words against me.“I couldn’t stop him from shaming me in front of you.” I wept.“I’d rather see that than still be tied up.” The bitterness in her voice bit me.I left her, to crawl in next. James liked to try to get the kids to actually think; sometimes a real challenge. One of the approaches he used was to posit alternative histories and ask the students to write a paper on how a changed event might cause a change in future history.The event for the paper Beverly wrote was the sailing of the Mayflower. James would set the context: how the settlers from the Mayflower put in place ways of government that set the stage for the later forming of American government.He then talked. The GPS thingie gave me directions to it. Once there I washed and dried my clothes. I tried to nap sitting up but had terrible luck.I had been pretty miserable on the ride to the laundromat since my hair was still wet. I had that long thick hair that lots of men really dig. I saw a walk in beauty shop in the same center as the laundromat. I am not sure to this day if it was that men loved my hair and I was sick of men, or just the general misery I had been feeling all morning, whatever the. BUT.....NOT YET...FIRST TORTURE....HOW FAR WIDE DO SPREAD ME OUT? CAN I MOVE ANY? MAYBE JUST A LITTLE WIGGLING ROOM.....YOU PUT YOUR SEMI-HARD COCK IN MY FACE....START TO STOKE IT...SLOWLY AT FIRST..LETTING ME WATCH YOU GET HARDER, AND HARDER....AND LONGER....HARDER..OH HOW I LOVE TO WATCH IT GROW, AND THICKEN UP...KNOWING HOW IT WILL FILL ME UP SOON..BUT...SHEILA HAS BEEN A BAD....BAD....BAD....LITTLE GIRL LATELY...WELL...ALWAYS...AND SHE NEEDS PUNISHED OFTEN TOO....SHE NEEDS A SERIOUS ASS.