If its ok with you I'd like to try and befriends and spend time together studying." I do forgive you. I think that this is a fitting punishment for yo..., itwill certainly stop you from doing what you did to me to any otherwoman. If when you leave here you try to go back to your old ways thenyou are going to have to try to get money from men rather than women andyou know that men will expect something in return for giving you money,I doubt that you will be prepared to go to those lengths to get. I follow the sound and it is coming from the top of therefrigerator.Great like I can reach that, so I pull over one of the kitchen tablechairs and climb up at it and look at the caller ID. Oh shit this isfrom my old work, I better answer it. "Hello," I say and the voice onthe line is hesitant to speak more like background people talking."Can I speak to Doug I am sure he is your daddy, little girl." Soundedweird like he was talking through a speakerphone. I wonder who this is.I am still standing. God I hated that programme; my mum used to watch it every day.A completely different Tricia came back into the room a few minutes later. Her long hair had been released and hung down around her shoulders and she was wearing a blouse and a short pleated skirt. Simple clothes but she looked really quite stunning.She came and sat astride me pinning my hands on my lap just tantalisingly half an inch or so from her panties. Its something she did a few times back then trying to initiate some sexual. Once he'd even opened her blouse and sucked her tits.But he always stopped.Like tonight.She remembered the feel of his hands on her, remembered the way his fingers had found her nipples inside her top that night. He'd know how to tweak them just so, sending shivers of mingled pleasure and pain through her.She slid her own hands between the folds of the robe. The sash, already loosened, fell open. Charlene cupped her own breasts, tenderly squeezed them. Her knees became weak and her cunt felt as.