Then I spoke to Clara's lawyer whotook care of the immediate details, such as what to do with Carl'sbody. It was sitting in his office that he raised ...a detail I hadn'tthought about."Tell me Andrea, do you know if your father had any other relatives?"I shrugged and said I had never heard of any."Well, if you approve, I will take a look to see if he had a lawyer,left a will and what will become of the estate." Estate? He owned a junk yard and a leaky trailer." It's a legal term. You never know,. The box had to beBeth's.I put it all away in the darkest corner of the lowest drawer and coveredit with other boxes. I knew then that Tom wasn't completely full ofshit about Beth's submissiveness in the bedroom. At some point she posedfor those pictures, right? She dressed in those clothes that soexaggerated her plumpness because Tom requested it, surely, and althoughshe didn't appear happy about it, she struck those sexy poses. And sheeven allowed him to cum on her face and then photograph. He takes his finger out of my mouth while his other hand opens the button on my jeans. I’m cradled in his arms, sitting on his lap. My pulse quickens when the button comes open, and I feel my breath intake sharply as his fingers push into my pants. I look down to see the bulge of his big hand in my jeans, already tight. The scraping of his fingers against my clit is painful; I’m so aroused. With a gasp, I turn my head to the side and close my eyes. “Shhh," he whispers. “It’s okay. You’re doing. My penis was still there but barely. It wastiny like a little boy's. Sheng led me into the bathtub where she helpedshave my legs and under my arms. As she handed me my underwear I noticedhow skinny and delicate my arms and hands had become. Slowly I steppedinto my panties. They fit snugly and bunched my tiny penis up. I leanedmy breasts into the cups of the bra and Sheng helped me clasp it. "Thebest part is these," Sheng Ping said. "These will make you feel like awoman."She handed me a pair of.