Even all the things we had bought together.He had sent me an e-mail, but it was totally impersonal. He gave me a time-slot to get my things from the a...artment. Dad helped me. It was an ordeal I tried to work through as quickly as I could. I'm sure I left a lot behind. I did not care. It was just too painful to see what we had. And what I threw away.Then Mary called. Her voice sounded hoarse, guarded."Irene?" Mary." I feel so sorry." Why would you, Mary?" I feel sorry for what happened." Thank. How could Rahul finger her with a thumb and still spread her ass with two hands?She was enjoying the moment. She felt a tongue licking her clit as the thumb was fingering her. She was about to cum again. She then realized that she was probably being handled by two people. She ideally should have been appalled and stopped whatever she was doing.But there was a slut within her that had now been awakened and a thirst that had no quenching. Before she could react any further, she was turned. "The two girls shyly turned around and presented their rears, skirts up and panties at mid thigh. Mrs Truscott admired the smooth plump cheeks and the livid bruises from the twelve strokes each had received. She was still feeling horny from the excellent sex last night, and stroking Susan's bottom was turning her on even more. She had never had the cane, George only ever spanked her or used a slipper or his belt. She wondered what the cane would feel like, especially if delivered by a complete. He looks at me then tilts his head back. Warm foamy spit sprays onto my face. I gag from the chewing tobacco that runs slowly down my forehead. Bastard. An unwanted and terrible flashback pounces and I suddenly think of my father who spat the same brand onto my face and spanked me with beer bottles. My eyes are closed as I try to guard them from the brown goo that begins to slide over my brow onto my eyelids. The car door slams but I don’t dare to open my eyes. The blinding burn of the tobacco.