What was this crop top? I didn’t wear anything like that. No, no, I had worn a crisp, white blouse. Something a schoolgirl would wear and... I pulle... on my white blouse, quickly buttoning it up. I didn’t have time to tuck it in because I needed to get out of here. One of the boys was already rousing. It was Bruce, the star quarterback.“Delilah?” He groaned. “Damn, a schoolgirl. That’s kinky. Want to come here and ride on my cock. Put your hair up in pigtails.”I squeaked in fright. I bolted out. Only days later, when the need finally overtook her lack of interest for the food, would she force some cold porridge down her throat. She was still struggling with her decision when she noticed that Trish had stopped eating and was sitting watching her.“You should eat. Who knows when we’ll stop again or how much longer we’ll be walking.”Gillian gave Trish a sort of half smile and rummaged around in the sack. It was not as if she could just recapture her desire for food and force it back into. We owned a few strap-on dildos of various sizes, but like the paddle, they weren’t the sort of things we ordinarily kept in the kitchen/living area of the house, which again showed just how much planning Becky had put into her agenda. I couldn’t see Hillary’s eyes widen, but I could hear the shock in her voice, at the sight of the strap-on being taken from the draw. “My god Rebecca,” she exclaimed, using my wife’s full name for the first time that I could ever remember, “what the fuck is. While going through the stuff I thought of something that I could get mom, for her anniversary presant, so I then stood up and head off down the mall to the jewelry store and got her a ring, with her birthstone and my birthstone on it.When I got out of the jewelry store, I saw that it was then just about time to meet mom at the restrooms, so I then headed toward them, and not seeing her there yet, I sat on a bench close by them and waited, till she showed up there.About two muntes of sitting on.