Pa was nodding off now and then and I wished he would fall asleep. Then again, I hoped he didn’t because I imagined the uproar if he woke up to catc... me peeking through the crack left because the pocket door didn’t slide completely shut.The man on the radio was talking about the war in Europe. Apparently, Poland had fallen and nothing else was happening. The man on the radio thought Britain and France would do a deal with Germany like they’d done before and that’s why nothing was happening. The. You wiggled your ass when we started, trying to avoid my hitting the same spot over again ... you submit. Knowing that allowing yourself to be taken in such a manor is the only way to satisfy the burning desires of your wanting body. The thought of it is so perverse and against your better judgment and that makes you burn all the more. You get used to the stinging feeling of my hand as it smacks your burning ass ... your hidden desires are being fulfilled like they never imagined they could be.. "Kind of ... Rich." You're such a pervert." Me? You're the one who put it in my face, remember?" What?" I pursed my lips as I soaped my tits. "I remember you turning around, that's what I remember." Well, you woke me up anyway, so you're the pervert." I'm just queer, remember?" I laughed. "What's your excuse?" Do I need one?" She gave me an innocent look, a real killer that she'd probably perfected in seventh grade, and I sighed helplessly."Nope." I shook my head and watched Denise trim her. Laura had been the reason why the extremely quiet and polite Lucy Williams had become interested in Music. She had studied it at GCSE. Then she had continued her studies at A-Level, and, despite having completed her music course, here she was, waiting for the blonde-haired assistant Head Mistress, Mrs. Hatton, to arrive. The eighteen-year-old smiled as she looked around Laura’s large music room, with her piano at the back and the keyboards arranged on tables that ran down the length of each.