"It's a what?" It's a joy. My mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy."The bird went gliding down the beach. Good-bye joy, I muttered to myself, hel...lo pain, and turned to walk on. I was depressed, my life seemed completely out of balance."What's your name?" She wouldn't give up."Robert," I answered. "I'm Robert Peterson." Mine's Wendy ... I'm six." Hi, Wendy."She giggled. "You're funny," she said.In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and walked on.Her musical giggle followed me."Come again, Mr.. .... I think you call it... was that so?' I nodded my agreement and as it was getting apparent, I admitted that it was starting to happen again. She then started to tell me something which astounded me at the time but which now in later uears I accept as quite normal. It also meant that I grew up considerably in the next hour or so, although I already thought myself quite mature! She began by asking me if, when I had been beaten by her back in junior school, I experienced any sexual. She does not seems afraid and allows him to manipulate her like a rag doll. He has her arms stretched to the top of the chair now, and runs the excess cord down over the back and behind it to where he has fixed an anchor just for this purpose. Her spine is bent in a shallow curve, and her ass juts out over the seat. He steps back a moment to admire his handiwork. She twists her hands a little in the bonds, perhaps to test them. He walks around the chair, enjoying the view from every angle. He. He slowly opened Lucinda's bedroom door, she continued texting,"Any more thoughts on a birthday present Lucy?" he asked."Yes," she said, "Cock, black cock and plenty of it."He refused to rise to the bait, "Mummy thinks we should get you a MINI Cooper Cabrio, the garage in town have a nice pink one, only twenty thousand on the clock," he offered."On Friday I'm eighteen and I'm out of here!" Lucy warned, "So stuff your MINI!" Or a VW Golf?" he offered."Is it black with it got a ten inch cock?".