’ ‘That’s right!’ Paul laughed. ‘Yeah, we just finished doing a remodeling of her kitchen. Not Campion any ore, though. It’s Dupre. Marrie... Doctor Dupre.’ ‘Still here in Bender?’ Grant asked. ‘Uh huh,’ Paul said. ‘And you were dating that Cindy girl,’ Grant said. ‘Still am,’ Paul laughed. ‘The one from California, right?’ Grant smiled. He was glad he hadn’t followed up ‘That Cindy girl, the one that thought her shit didn’t stink, just because she was from California.’ ‘What?’ Paul laughed.. Linda Preijac had grown up in the Midwest, in a suburb outside Chicago that her parents couldn’t really afford. The first generation eastern-European immigrants worked long hard hours for every dollar that they earned, but the small town was safe and secure and the schools were the finest in the area. Linda proved to be as athletic as she was bright and took advantage of the community activities and teams and the coaches the wealthy suburb provided. And if her parents couldn’t be there to watch. As I looked inside I saw Helen's knee socks that she was just wearing neatly placed on the folding table all by themselves. My heart just about exploded out of my chest. "What the hell was going on?" I thought. She's my sister. Well technically she's my step-sister and not truly flesh and blood. "So this was not that bad right?" I thought to myself. I think she wants me to find these. Has she noticed me looking at her feet? Did she know that I sometime used her socks to pleasure myself? More. The fucking pain was unbelievable. “No,” I cried, “Please Nooo,” I pleaded again. The punishment just went on and on. I started pissing myself in with ecstasy, which drove him to greater heights. Crying out, sobbing, and pleading, I begged for mercy. “You’ve pissed on my bed you sissy,” he screamed, as his arm methodically pounded my arse. Finally, he stopped as my body heaved in delirious agony. I then observed him moving back to his cupboard. I went into shock as he pulled a massive ribbed.