When I finished stretching, I lookedclosely at Lora and noticed that she seemed to becrying a little.I put my hand on Lora’a shoulder and asked ...erwhat was the matter. Lora looked away for a moment,then back at me. “Lydia, you are built so perfect. Iwish I had boobs like yours.” Even our mother hadcommented on my looks from time to time, and we hadall made fun of me being a “Dolly Parton” on occasion,but I had always thought it was good-natured fun, notjealousy. I. Did he..." Yeah, he did. He and Mother would consider any breaking of the rules as a sign that we were being 'worldly' or under the influence of the devil. We had a ritual that we had to go through. When we were to get a spanking, we were made to stand at the back of the couch and lean over. My dress would be lifted and my panties lowered. Then we would be lectured about what parts of the Bible that I had sinned against, as Father would lay into my butt. When he finally got tired we would have. Ifonly she had been able to conceive that there might be a threat before sheleft, she might have avoided this nightmare which was just beginning. Dressed in a bright green silk running jacket, black sports bra, black leotardsand white running shoes, she was jogging down the middle of the quiet suburbanstreet about 6 AM. They silently glided up behind her as she ran, opened upthe sliding side door and hopped out. She doesn't hear them because of theMP3 player which is plugged into her ears and. ” “Uh, yeah,” he went on, “Acme Lingerie is the best in the world, and just to show you what I mean, take a look at this!” Cindy sat there a little bit bemused as Zak pulled out a tiny pair of bikini panties as he extolled the virtues of his product! After he was finished he asked, “So, what do you think, aren’t these just about the best made and most attractive panties you’ve ever seen in your life, I mean they have quality written all over them!?!” Cindy took the panties from Zak’s hand, and.