This is my wife Jessica Wilton, and our friend, Kara Blanchard.”“«Hur är det at Ni kan svenska, herr Adams?»” (“How is it that you can spea...k Swedish, Mr. Adams?”)“«Jag var utbyteselev för några år sen och har rest till Sverige flera gånger.»” (“I was an exchange student a few years ago, and I’ve traveled to Sweden several times.”)He flipped through my passport, noting the entry and exit stamps, and nodded.“«Välkommen tillbaka till Sverige!»” (“Welcome back to Sweden!”)He stamped our passports. I had the feeling that the three men inside only thought they had picked up a girl. Instead, I think they found her to be more like a rabid wildcat fighting for freedom without regard for her survival. I slowed quickly and pulled behind an old wreck, grabbed my rifle, and jumped out running to the truck.I saw a man rise up and stopped to aim and shoot. His head exploded and I continued to run forward. I heard a scream cut short but no shot. Dad was out of the Liberty with a pistol so I veered. Maybe Mrs Fields will handle it more appropriately”. Mrs Fields, while taking a seat on her “paddling chair”…said…”i aim to do just that”. I gulped!!!When Mrs Fields sat down, she started to prepare herself to paddle me. She pulled her dress up and when she did, I caught a glimpse of her inner thighs and I could also see her panties. They were white and didn’t offer a lot of coverage. When she was ready she told me to hand the paddle to Miss Jakes. I did and she then instructed me to lay across. Emma can’t think of an answer better then: “You’ll see…” “I love you Em.” Lily whispers. “Ouch! That’s not a lie!” Now Emma laughs. “I know… I just like pinching you.” She sticks out her tongue. “Are the others awake yet?” Lily asks. “I don’t think so…” She answers. “You want to take a shower again?” Remembering what they had done the day before. “I don’t need a shower to play with you.” Lily chuckles. Emma’s hand started to squeeze her boob. Gently this time. “Remember what you promised.