I should be buying you a present. I'm the guy and you're the girl." I don't care about that. Please let me buy you the car. Or if you want a faster on...e, let's get more money."Just then a man in a bright blue sports coat with black pants walked up to them. "What do you kids want?" We want to buy this car," Matilda said."Is your father here?" My parents are dead. My, um, brother here is the man of the house. He's eighteen so he can drive and wants this car." Really? And how is he going to pay for. . guns blazing, as she is untied and whisked to safety. Empty hopes, It is not going to happen... and she knew it. It must have been five or six hours before the door of her nearly dark prison slammed open. Hearing the heavy boots coming towards her Nikki summoned every last bit of courage she possessed stiffening even more so then her rigid restraints were already forcing her to. Part of her was actually happy, finally they are here, finally what ever happens, happens, just sitting. He felt much better then, and afterwards she got him to drink some broth like when she had taken care of him the first time. They both enjoyed going back to their early days, and John even went so far as to pretend to be helpless (at the point sometime after he regained control of his bladder, that is) and dependant upon Zithrusa. She enjoyed mothering him, talking to him as if he was a small child. This time she used her new wanton knowledge of his perverse ways, and pleasured him with her. I lowered myself into the chair that hadbeen indicated and daintily crossed my legs, which today were garbed inwhite stockings. Vainly, I tied to tug the short, pleated skirt down toconceal the white cotton panties I was wearing, but there simply wasn'tenough material. The red plaid mini-skirt and see-through short-sleevedwhite blouse were without doubt the skimpiest and sluttiest schoolgirloutfit I had ever worn at the College - even counting some of thecostumes I had put on to dance at the.