She then told me how happy she was with me for doingMr. Karl's laundry and that I could put it in her room and that herroom would now be know as Mr. K...rl's and her bedroom and that allprevious rules concerning it would apply.It took me till the next night to take the large dildo in my bottom,but once I did, I found the pleasure to be immense and all that Ms.Brenda said it would be. Ms. Brenda had several of the photos of mesucking Mr. Karl's cock blown up and framed and hung them in my. I remembered Allison had divorced many years ago and moved down here to San Diego from Oakland with her children. They were a couple of years older than me. I went to the same high school as her youngest son, he was a senior when I was freshman. Now her kids are away at college in Seattle, so she has the house all to herself. As I followed her down the hall I couldn't help but to check her out. She was pretty tall, taller than me, I would say around 5 foot 9. She had a very nice peach shaped. After placing a thin, transparent piece of cellophane over the drug as a protective divider, she proceeded to re-fill the vase to the brim with bath crystals, then flushed the excess down the toilet.They'll play hell trying to find it now, she thought, feeling relieved and more ready to defend her position. She knew the best thing to do now was to face Dr. Quinn with indignation, for if she let the matter go, her silence would only be proof of her guilt.When she stepped into the Lab, no one was. Don't you?”The officer's cheeks reddened to a light pink, and her shoulders drooped. “I'm Sara, and I was merely doing my job, Mollie. No disrespect intended.” “Is that Sara with an 'A' or with a silent 'H' – like 'you have the right to remain silent', Officer?” Misty asked, her anger still visible, obviously not prepared to back down one bit.“I'm Sara with an 'A' and yes, I was following you unofficially. My dog has never alerted wrong before, and I was curious.” She saw the look on Misty's.