Don’t say code. Don’t say code…’ She thought over and over. Christina was just about to begin another Tantric sex manoeuvre on Heather when th... doorbell rang. She really wasn’t expecting someone this time… Annoyed, she put on a robe and headed downstairs to see who it was. She jerked open the door saying, ‘Look, I’m rather busy just now. So…’ then she stopped. There on the porch stood the local vicar. His name was Father Jack and he ran the church youth group, and Christina knew Heather liked. I resisted the temptation to have a few beers at my local on the way home, choosing instead to get a bottle from the fridge to have with my steak, onions and chips that was my staple diet on the few occasions that I dined at home alone. After dinner and half watching the TV for an hour or so, I had a quick shower and climbed into bed. My last conscious thoughts were of the expression on Cynthia’s face, it bothered me. CHAPTER THIRTEEN Rebecca’s Story. I could tell that something was bothering. That, plus he bent over, because the pain was so excruciating, he thought he’d vomit. That memory had flashed through his mind in about two seconds. Looking into Monica’s beautiful face snapped him back to attention. “Yes. But you’ll have to be punished my way. If you say one word about it, you can forget about Georgetown, and I’ll not be giving you any ringing endorsements.” “So what’s my punishment?” Monica asked it in a flirty way. Getting it on with this guy wouldn’t be bad at all.. This was going on for few days. Wen use to c her parts, she always cover with dress. sorry let me describe the assets size…… she has a perfect st 32 30 36…who ever see her, first things comes to the mind, to fuck here.One day she caught me red hand while seeing her assets and she warned me and she moved off.I always masturbated things of assets. After she warned me I didn’t visit to the terrace, but I verge to take revenge on her at any cost. On day I just plotted a plan to rape her in terrace(.