Then to your soft lips- kissing gently at first, then more insistently. Tongues dueling, breath mingling. Tasting of each other. Then I move lower.You...moan, not wanting to break the kiss.I kiss your throat. Rub my cheek against the side of your neck- once again smelling the sweetness of cocoanut and lime.I take the tab on the zipper of your robe and ease it down a few inches, exposing the hollow at the base of your throat, which I kiss. I probe gently with my tongue- tasting you.I move the tab. It was summer and so bare legs were the thing for her as well.Mrs Brown looked warily at the young lady who had a glaring look on her face, and said, "Hullo. I'm Mrs Brown."The young lady nodded and said a curt, "Come in," and pointed towards the back room.Mrs Brown walked in to the dining room and looked around and was surprised that no one else was there and so she turned and looked at the young girl. "Erm, Miss?" she enquired.The young girl remained curt and replied, "Lauren. My name is. “If half of them are true, I want in! Let me play!” she seemed to beg my mom.“The girls are in a disciplinary summer program. They have lost all their freedoms and must obey their mum,” Kiwi explained.“Ooh, that sounds awesome,” Betty slid up to her cousin and begged him to tell her more.Kiwi quickly explained that we were spanked, caged, bound, and made to clean in the nude. He said we had to obey him, and she would to if she was part of the summer program. He was trying to scare her off, but. But they both felt it was justified as they settled down with their lunch in the lounge to watch the local news.Further reports of beatings in the north were accompanied by actual film of government soldiers hitting people repeatedly with huge batons, clearly unaware that they were on camera. As they turned and realised their mistake, the camera shook violently as the cameraman obviously made a hasty retreat.The government had also decided to maintain the present tax rate which was heavily.