"Hi, Sigrid. I'm Anne Stilwell." Yes. Thanks for letting me come."She's Anne's height, quite slim, really short black hair that curls, doesn't kink, a...nd blue eyes. Small breasts and waist, long torso. Cute buns. Very pretty oval face, white skin, strong arched eyebrows.Naturally, the first thing that caught her eye was the group of pictures on the wall. She looked at them carefully, missed nothing."Tom told me these were good. I don't know Will Spector, but I can see they are better than good,. You don't need to always be reminded of those people. She would always remind you of them." Gerta, that's crazy talk. I'm a closer relative to them than she is. Are you going to ask me to leave too?" No, of course not, but she's different. You belong here, you're family." Gerta, if I'm family, then she's family too. She's my cousin. Those people, they're my family too. You can't change that by pretending they aren't." I looked over at Mama. She seemed uncertain about anything that was taking. Maria was utterly humiliated when she felt the panties being ripped down, until they fell to her knees. Her perfect, lightly-tanned bare ass stood gleaming in the dim light of the library. Mr Williams whistled in appreciation. Mrs Williams gave him a cautionary grunt and motioned for him to continue. He raised the switch again, and brought it down across her dewy cheeks. Part of the switch came into contact with Maria's bare pussy and she screamed long and hard into Mrs Williams crotch. . “Yes,” I replied again. “Well,” Helen responded, “If you really like it, you should take the time to check things out a little closer sometime.” Gawd dammit! Enough was enough! “I’ve got to shower,” I replied. I quickly disappeared back into my house and headed straight to my bedroom to relieve myself. I looked over at Helen’s open bedroom window. The window curtains were parted slightly and I just caught a glimpse of her as she walked past her window. I watched as she slipped out of her.