I didn’t have to clean up after other people’s messes. Never again would anyone walk over me.“Mommy-Mistress,” Alison said, kneeling down besi...e my chaise lounge chair a few hours later, “the house is clean. And that whore is hiding in the closet crying. She’s not happy we took away her dress.” Alison had a satisfied smirk on her face. “The carpet is still wet, but drying from the shampoo.”“No stains?” I asked.Alison shook her head.“Good.” I stood up. “Well, let’s get dressed. It’s time to go. That's when I asked, "Why is it just us being home schooled here with Beth?"Susan asked what I meant, and I asked about the kids down on the farm. She stared at me for a while before saying, "I just never thought about it. The younger ones are home schooled, and I don't know why the older teens can't go to school with you. What do you think, Beth?" I'm not sure all would accept. I know some are involved in sports and other school activities, but it certainly wouldn't hurt to offer it to them.. Kyle would not look kindly on swollen eyes. But, as she came to realize that his actions in the last two days had not been drunken rampages but rather coldly calculated rage, all directed toward her, huge drops ran down her cheeks and periodically her body would shake uncontrollably as she sobbed.She had never met the girl Susan but she worried for her. No one deserved the fate which she herself had suffered. Yet, if she called the girl, it would probably mean the police, maybe even Kyle being. Her husband, Bill, is very introverted and hardly ever puts himself out there with the neighbors. They also have, an 18-year-old daughter, named Jill, who has just graduated from high school, and looks just like her mother.I set my paper down, as I was too engrossed in the scenery to be able to concentrate on it. As I watched Randi, bend, stretch, and deal with her flowers, my cock started to come to attention.Randi was struggling with their garden hose, so I got up, and walked across the.