I want him dead.I have to escape, I must get away from here. The snow is falling, big fluffy wet flakes. They drift this direction, ride up in the air... then drop that way, in a slow twirl. Landing, at last, on the cold sidewalk. It’s sticking now, I watch the snow and visualize my daddy’s mount cabin at Christmas. The snow-covered peaks, thick patches of snow hanging heavy on the limbs of the pine trees.I smell the fresh mountain air, see a bunny hopping around, searching for a blade of grass. Mummy told me she condoned the punishment as smoking was terrible, in school uniform even worse, and felt I deserved the cane. Still, she was surprised we never considered the consequences ourselves as she always considered us to be sensible girls.Mum added, as I knew, she had been caned at school and twice quite severely by her headmistress. She told me how she had felt after being caned, and there was no disgrace in shedding tears as she certainly had. As she kissed me again, she said she had. This bastard servant was enjoying my sister for whom all the boys in her school were mad.and now it was pitiful to see her being mercilessly enjoyed by a dirty servant.iqbaal removed his dick from her ass and laid down on the bed and told tanya to suck his dick,tanya started sucking his dirty and stinky dick and licked his sweaty balls.iqbaal moaned and caught my sisters’s hairs and gave her mouth a nice pounding with his dick.then he told my sister to sit over him with his dick inside her and. . he said , there was a silence,... yes I replied I do... good he said so do you like these magazines do they make you hard. yes they do Mr Watson, I heard myself say, me too he replied, and dropped his trousers and showed me his hard cock, it was big, shall we wank together, . I said what about the shop if someone walks in, we could'nt be seen,but if someone walked in they would hear us, but he had already locked the door, he had sat down and was was stroking away looking at the mag.