I hung the towels up to dry, and I filled the washer with my dirty clothes." She informed me in a meek, girl's voice."That's uh, real nice, eh, dear."...I tried."What should I do now, m-mommy?" Her speech quickly degenerated.What the heck was going on? I didn't know what to say. If I hadn't just jacked off three times, I might have tried to get more of her clothes, but I must have been blessed that day."Maybe you'd better go study your lessons." I suggested. It was what mother always told me to. Caroline’s hopeful thought of rescue was too late. Even had her lover come at that instant the poor girl would still have been snuffed by her swollen tongue. The rope finally snapped her hyoid bone and her tongue began to protrude from her gaping mouth. Lewis looked at the woman’s face. Caroline had thought the world a dark place with her eyes began to bulge from her head but gradually a deeper shade of night fell upon the hanging creature. Even when the woman tried to blink her eyelids hardly. When she just went to dancing only I was very disappointed. I had hoped that she would swing towards the ‘fun’ instead of the husband. She was still a popular dancer, and brought in a good crowd for the nights she worked. I just couldn’t get her to do special services anymore. Except for the three parties that she felt obligated to do for me. Those were extra special indeed. I think she knew that it would be her last flings so to speak, so she really went all out during them. The first party. "What a pratt!" she thought. "What an utter weirdo. And was that fear I saw in those cold grey eyes Professor Steven Morgan?" she asked her self in the now empty corridor.Then she remembered that throughout the recovery of her files, when she was bent down and stooped forward revealing all her charms. Their heads had even touched momentarily, but his eyes had never once lingered. His gaze had never once stabbed were they would not have been welcome, - between her ripe breasts. 'Yes,' she.