. .No…we can’t.. .we mustn’t you know we mustn’t.” She rose and looked down at him. She had allowed him to reach to the ...oint where all the indications were that she was ready and willing to receive him into her, and now she could see the hurt and bewilderment etched on his face. “We can’t…we can’t,” she said again, and ran hastily from the room, and entering her bedroom leaned back against the door. Nariah knew she had thrown away. Ifigured that in the next few days I might completely lose sight of myold self so I wrote a message to mom to let her know what happened tome. I tried to write a very detailed letter to her but my sentenceswere only as good as my ten year old mind could make them. I put thenote on the kitchen table and got ready for bed.When I woke up the next day I was glad the neighbors would be cominghome because I wanted to go to town and get some things to play with. Istill remembered my check card pin. Herrin." Ich fing schon an leicht zu wimmern, so stark war mittlerweile der Druck ihrer Hand. "Herrin bitte, erlaubt mir die Nesselbehandlung nachzuholen Herrin." Der Druck wurde schw?cher, langsam lies sie los. "Hol eine. Du kannst daf?r eine Sichel aus der Scheune holen. Nimm deine Sch?ssel, lege eine Nessel in die Sch?ssel und dann bringe sie her. Beile dich."Ich schloss kurz die Augen. Immerhin durfte ich eine Sichel verwenden. Wenn ich mit blo?en H?nden eine Nessel h?tte abreisen m?ssen,. “He's such a pathetic son. He just spanks it while I fuck the women he wants. He's a little cuckold. A beta male. He doesn't have his sisters and mother so wet for him. He's not a man like me.”I glanced at Brad, who was groping himself, and shook my head. He looked so much like his father, save for his hair. I used to think he was handsome, with that chiseled chin and blue eyes, the face that would melt girls panties and part their thighs. But now...“Look at you,” I said, sneering. “Why can't.