It was a note from Mom and Dad with detailed instructions as to what my twin and I were to accomplish in the next four days while they were in New Ham...pshire and a detailed briefing on when they were to return home and so on. They must have left early this morning while I was still sleeping.Great! No Parents for the weekend! The bad thing was, all of my friends were on Christmas break, and even if I decided to throw a party, it would probably flop due to lack of attendance!I dropped the paper. You can barter for more than coffee. Portraits of loved ones, drawn with stubby pencils, eight-by-ten, and from snapshots sent in letters, can be had for a couple of candy bars. Snickers are popular. There are some amazing artists in prison. I’ve seen a rose made out of toilet paper. It was incredible. Beautiful. Who woulda thunk it? I hate that I have to visit him through a glass wall. He’s lost weight, and he’s lost one of two consumable vices. Coffee-vice is allowed, cigarette-vice is not.. I really lovvee uuuu,,,dearrr” . I then licked her pussy , she was already wet , she had her first orgasm by then , i did’t waste anymore time,as her mom will arrive anytime soon , so,spit on my cock , and slid it in her pussy , well i tries , but it didn’t got in ,she was virgin , so , i tried a li’l bit too hard , this time she had a pain ,she was crying ,” Evinnnn,aahhh,,, it really hurtss,,,,i’m ur sister , please leave meeaaahhhhhh…..oooohh…..noooo…naaaaaa….please,,,i don’t want to do. Faster than she could have believed, a strong hand was at her dress, pulling her up towards Helga’s face. “Please, please, the men...” Iona had time to whimper before a slap that shook her head and stung her cheek. “I do not care about the men.” Another slap on her other cheek caused both sides of her face to sting. Iona's heart beat faster than a horse's. “You do not care about the men. If you stop before I tell you to, I will beat you until you have learnt true discipline. Do you understand?”.