Kathy and I followed the example of Aunt who would be softly rubbing herself through the material of her dress and I am certain by our sighs that we a...l experienced that most delightful feeling that overcomes one at such a time of passion. Uncle similarly had no qualms about loosening his restricting trousers and putting his hand inside so that he could grasp his own peggo which I assumed must be as stiff as the black boys we saw before us. The evening would pass in relative silence punctuated. "You have to get dressed for me, honey." What for?" We're going to the ER." Why?" Because I could fry an egg on your forehead." You're not supposed to be putting my bra on..." That does seem strange, doesn't it?" he said, and she was sure he was smiling. He put a sweatshirt on her and then a loose pair of pajama bottoms.The room started to spin when he stood her up. Her stomach churned."Are you going to be sick?" he asked.It took her a second to calm down. "No ... I'll be okay."Finally, he got. “Oh and Matthew” she snapped. I turned and said as respectfully as possible “yes Zofia?” She grinned a hard false grin, enforcing her control over me, and said “Kayleigh has been rather naughty as well and she has been taught a lesson I hope she will remember. She bought this slutty dress and so I treated her like a disobedient slut and gave her a good thrashing. So no sex tonight. Or else.” “Yes Zofia.” I entered our bedroom and Kayleigh was sitting up in bed. “I watched you” she. It was somewhere after midnight that she left her friends in the club and drove off in her car. Before she realized it, she had run someone over on the road. It happened on a road that was surrounded by woods. She stopped the car and saw who she ran over on the road. It was some drunken bum. There was blood stain in front of her car too.She killed the drunken bum. She was scared as hell. She was going to go to jail, that is, if someone found out what she did. She did not want to go to jail. She.