‘Get to my room – I’m going to fuck you… it’s all you are good for!’ She pads off meekly along my hall. I strip, throwing my clothes upon ...the sofa in my lounge and stroll to my bedroom. She is standing by the bed – awaiting me. I turn her round roughly and without warning viciously rake the top of her expansive back with my nails. She winces and shudders with the pain but she has to take it till I have had enough… not her, the slut. Her nipples are engorged and the odour from her moist fanny. He must play avery rough game. Now come along, both of you. We'll sort this out righthere and now."She said this quite loudly as we walked over to the junior miss sectionand several mother's heads turned at her words. Necks craned curiouslyas the invisible 'Peter' appeared in the cross aisle from behind thelittle girl's section and shuffled self consciously into the even morethreatening 'young miss' section. My face had turned scarlet. Judith led us directly to the panties selection. ..okay. I'll read it." I got onto the bed and placed the pillow between my legs. I heard the phone buzz again.'Oh and feel free to cry through this. Adds to the authenticity ;-)'I felt sick that he was enjoying this. I could imagine him in his office with a raging boner, telling his secretary that he couldn't be disturbed under any circumstances. 'Come on now. Nobody likes a slow storyteller.'I began to start humping the pillow, feeling embarrassed that my mother had bought these for me. I. Wanda, when I was so upset, you held me, almost mothered me, nurtured me. That was very special." When someone needs that type of comforting, it makes me feel very special to be able to offer it. I've been rewarded handsomely because of it."Wanda rode with me this morning, while Jan and Marie rode with Bobby. I had to write incident reports and go over dozens of reports by the deputies and Bureau agents that had been involved this past weekend. I didn't envy Frank or his men, as they had to.