I swore for at least the tenth time to get some kind of marker light.When I got back to the motel I added it to my paper list for Walmart. I filled on...e of my plastic trash bags with dirty clothes. I kept them rolled up in inside each other, till I was ready for the laundromat. I trusted no one so I didn't go to Walmart while my clothes washed. I spent the full hour and thirty minutes in the laundromat. It was a boring place to be. I didn't have a hard cover book or a digital book. Since there. I honestly didnt want him to stop, even if it did hurt. Mr. Rite climbed onto the bed behind me. His clammy hands grabbed my thick hips and he began poking me with his cock. He did this a few times until he finally found my hole, leaving my lips sore, and began shoving himself inside me. He was just as thick as my toy, but I knew he was longer. Please Mr. Rite– He yanked my leash. You should refer to your daddy in the correct manner, cow! He smacked my ass, making me scream out. Please daddy,. So if a ghost knows I am wearing a costume that I am suppose to be fucking safe. I thought they weren't even supposed to recognise me. but what if you are not dress up as a ghoul and dress up as Cinderella? Does that mean they would be too fucking stupid to see me as a fellow ghoul?Josh shook his head in a sarcastic way.Josh: Just a question that I hope you can answer. Are you stalking us? Is that why you were at the cafe?The Stranger: How can I be stalking you when you invited me to come and. Davenport brought it down firmly across the centre of Debbie’s bottom, "OW, AH...... OUCH," squealed Debbie as the sting percolated within her. This perhaps, wasn’t the hardest of strokes and as another stroke of similar force landed on her bottom, Debbie wondered if the remainder of her caning would be at this more tolerable level.Mrs. Davenport though, had been caning girls’ bottoms for many years and if Debbie had any thoughts of a lenient finale to her caning, the wily, old Headmistress.