Looking up at me out of the corner of your eye, you see the look of utter frustration on my face. Taking your time, you reach my knee then slowly work... your way along the inside of my thigh, placing gentle kisses on me. ‘You really know how to drive me crazy, don’t you?’ ‘Uh huh,’ you mumble as you continue your way back up my thigh. I reach down and pull my swollen lips apart for you, spreading them and letting you see a trickle of cream awaiting your tongue. ‘Fuck Baby,’ is all you say as you. Her boy, her Jason… her special boy. And they had killed him. He had gone under the surface of the lake and never came up. He was lost to her. ‘I want my son back!’ Lost forever, taken. ‘PLEASE!’ Pamela grabbed at her clothes and ripped, her lips pulled back from her teeth and her eyes shut so tightly she could see an explosion of colors in the darkness from the pressure. A frustrated growl of complete, unadulterated anger tore from her throat as she gave in to the rage surging through her. Madam and her maid also came to help me even though I requested them to not to do soo.Uncle suggested me to move to the garage that day itself because that day happened to be a good day..I felt in mind.. Good day for what.. A new job, a new sister or something beyond that.. This time some naughty feelings started coming to my mind..Days passed . Every time we reached office, my driver friends were teasing me a lot talking about madam.. Every day madam will be wearing some or other type of. "You can laugh now, but you'd better not laugh at them." Amen," I said.When the wagons stopped for the day, Abby asked if she could go and play with her friends. "Honey, I don't think it's a good idea tonight. Tomorrow we'll be at Fort Hall and from then on you can play every night with them. Tonight, I'm afraid you might run into Mrs. Wattley again."Mrs. Wattley must have scared Abby pretty badly because she didn't put up much of a fuss.Ab was true to his word. He and Pris showed up right.