Her conservative mother was really a cock slut.It was several days later when Chelsea was walking back and forth between the back garden and the sitti...ng room. Walter appeared. “What is wrong Miss Chelsea?” he asked, smirking. “I am so bored” Chelsea said “nothing ever happens here”. Of course that was a lie but she meant nothing was happening with her. “Would you like to go for a drive Miss Chelsea?” he asked. She hesitated and then said “yes, but where would we go?” Walter smile broadened “I. ..tsk tsk tsk. As my feet reverberate down the stone steps, all that is heard is the rapidity of the wheel's tongues...increased even more now, slapping a wet little naughty cunt that is the bane of my poor Megan. Her eyes meet mine as I stride toward her, tears again so precious and so sweet as I flick the machine off. Her nose running now, eyes red with free flowing tears, my pitiful creature's lips tremble as she so realizes how awful her plight continues to be. "Don't feel so much. It was like I was being absorbed into the newspaper! I was completely hooked then. From then on, I took every opportunity to play in the paper. I developed fantasies about being caught by the newspaper man in the morning. When I was eighteen, the twenty-five year old man next door became a newspaper carrier. The papers were delivered every morning and put in his paperbox. The paperbox was filled to the top Sunday morning. I would sneak out in the night Sunday morning to rub in the papers. It. Word must have spread through the village of me distracting the wolves and getting them to follow me into the woods. Looks of shock, relief and wonder were on their faces.The guard who had opened the gate ran into the village as soon as it was up. Where he was running off to in such a hurry, I could not understand. We brought the travois to a wagon that was just past the crowd of villagers, and leaned it against the back. Thankful not to have to carry them any longer, I dropped to the ground. I.