“Get away! Shoo!”The raggedy, dead looking bird squawks at her once and then flaps its wings, lifting off into the air. She watches it go until it... disappears from sight before finally smoothing out her dress and looking around to access her situation.“Okay,” she says to herself. “Where’s Shara? Where’s the book?” She spins around not seeing either the orc or the book. “Well, shoot...” she mutters. “Great, now I’m talking to myself. Why am I talking to myself?” After a few moments of silence,. I admit I had a couple of glasses of wine that evening, for I became a little bolder. I asked him where her grew up. He hesitated and said he grew up on the border of the Congo. I kept pushing and asked if he had been involved in the extensive fighting there. He lowered his eyes, embarrassed and yes, as a young boy he had been conscripted into a Congolese guerrilla group. Now I got really bold and asked him if he had ever ****d a girl during his time with the guerrillas. Again, he hesitated for. You growled in my ear again, thrusting with your hips to press the hard ridge of your cock against my backside through the soft cotton towel wrapped around you."Be careful, Vanessa," you told me firmly, but I felt your smile as you twirled my nipples between your forefingers and thumbs. "All that wiggling is just going to get you fucked. Do you want that baby? Do you want them to see me fuck you right here in this window?"There was almost no need for you to ask, and you knew it. Before the last. ?Somehow, I found my voice. "Sir," I began, fighting to control thetremor, "what sort of 'attending' will we be doing, exactly?"Mr Everett laughed. "You'll find out soon enough. Just take your leadfrom Scarlett. But be aware, you'll need to beat her." Beat her?" I replied. "Beat her with what?" I glanced sideways at theother maid, but rather than the look of alarm I was expecting to find,saw only a smirk on her face.This time the principal stopped and turned around. Smiling, he strokedme softly.