It is her turn to now taste her juices on Donald’s lips and tongue.“I think we both need a little more of a shower after all that,” Donald tells... her.Emma just nods, and they stand under the water spraying on them and wash each other with soapy hands again.Dried and seated for her hair to be done, Donald styles it in a simple way, the henna highlight do give such a glow to her. He plainly does her makeup, and then takes her to the bedroom to dress her. Her bra and panties are of a pale yellow. Martha was at the keyhole. "Alice!" I yelled bring your strap in here at once. I bade Martha bend over the settee back and I flung her skirts over her head. Unfortunately she was wearing her jam rags but I removed them too to bare her bum."So you would listen on our private conversations Martha?" She apologised profusely but she knew nothing would stop her getting a strapping. I gave the strap to Henry and he applied half a dozen good slaps to her rear turning it rosy red. Martha only grimaced. Miss Johnson said; “is your dad here?”“Yes he is, he’s down stairs.”“Ok lets go get him, your mom is in good hands now, I’ll take you to the hospital after we find your dad.”Miss Johnson, and I ran out the door, and got to the elevators. We got in, and went down 6 floors. The six naked pregnant Girls are in their cells, in a corner trying not to get stabbed by Diane, she had a knife, trying to get to them, she must not have a key to the cell.“Stop, FBI!” Miss. Johnson said.Diane started to run. Till then you watch the TV I switched on the cable TV program and went to the kitchen. When I was carrying tea, she was gazing at the TV screen. Her bear legs taken on to the sofa and her straight hair had put one side over the right shoulder just like little child. I admired her features as she had very broad hip, sharp curves and fair complex. Particular thing I noted when Madhu was walking that her boobs bounced according to her steps. I sat close to her. We both zipped tea while watching.