You said when you move a memory from one part of the mind to another, you always have to make sure all the other memories that point to it are changed...to point to its new location." Right. But this memory doesn't have anything pointing to it, just away from it. Go get Margaret. I want to use her memories to find what happened before this one was planted in his."Dad knows his stuff. It took him less than two minutes to find the nearest memory of something they had both experienced shortly before. We had been getting on well, all three of us until two nights ago. Greg had spied some mates in the pub and excused himself to chat to them leaving Melissa and I on our own for a while. It was then she laid her hand on my knee and told me the news. I was a little shocked to say the least, but she was adamant that everything would be alright. I guess she had sized me up pretty well over the previous weeks. She knew I fancied her and she knew that I would be more or less unable to resist the. Only after he finished shooting did he allow my feet to hit the ground. He then carried me to the bed and tossed me onto it. Still cuffed, stiff neck strapped and still gagged. Only now I was cooling down and savoring the moment. A short while later he unbound and kissed me deeply. I'm not sure he understands how appreciative and grateful I am for the hard fucking. Still he has the hard on and thus he is still on the blue pill. I got on top, gently took him and fed him my breasts,. “How so”? said Meg“Well” said Sally , “I was very naughty at one time Meg and I got caned rather a lot from old Mr Stern “ “You don’t remember Mr Stern do you”? said Sally“No” said Meg.There was no way that Sally was going to tell her daughter what went on in Sterns office and how she would suck his dick and masturbate him for “favours” , and she didn’t want to describe the cunt and asshole examinations he gave her .Old Stern was gone now and she knew the school still caned naughty girls and.