"Come on. We'll send the victim in to read his fate. At least she didn't maunder on." The cost of telegrams puts them off," Chey was cynical. "You'd t...hink women would use a bit of imagination. These telegrams are always the same. I don't suppose they realise how many people read them on the way." They probably imagine they're the only ones it happens to," Hamish mused. "Don't be too hard on Marion. I met her once. She was only nineteen. I don't expect she'd any idea what it meant to wait for. His thumb started going up and down my slit making me get wetter. His forefinger dipped into my love hole making me moan in pleasure. “You like you principal exploring you. You dirty slut!”Principal Hicks said. And he suddenly plunged two of his fingers into me, making me squeal in pleasure as I have only put up to one finger in me. He wiggled his fingers inside me sending fireworks through my body. He continued teasing till I was about to cum and then viciously warned me not to cum. So I. The house, garden, and pool were in fine shape, tended by others. Like a veneer, it showed the world I was fine. I wasn’t. I’d never be fine again.A pleasant server at McEwan’s looked at me and smiled. “Can I get you anything?”I pointed at the barbecued salmon. “That, and some rice, please.”From behind me, a voice: “Mr. Roth?”When I turned, I saw a tall, elegant woman, her dark mahogany hair brushed and glossy, thick and falling to her shoulder blades in waves. Underdressed in tight jeans, flat. I’m tired of using my vibrator.” Raven to Shelly: “Lately? Why come?” Shelly to Raven: “I don’t know, just talking about him is getting me wet.” Raven to Shelly: “Really? Are you playing with yourself right now?” Shelly to Raven: “Kind of, I’ll text you l8r.” Raven to Shelly: “Wait! What kind of panties you’re wearing?” Shelly to Raven: “Huh? Why are you asking me that?” Raven to Shelly: “Hearing you talking about your horniness is getting me horny.” Shelly.