He got his script out and turned to the beginning of chapter four.It turned out that in the story, after his nephew, Paul, had arrived, Bob had had to...go on a business trip and Megan had stayed with Randy, his three year old boy, and Paul. She'd stayed over for the three days Bob was gone, and had had time to explore the house. She knew that Mrs. Wilson, whom Megan didn't care much for because she was mean tempered, was in jail, and that it was for stealing. All her stuff was still in the. " She said as Brandon and I meet her at the doorway. "You guys busy this afternoon?" I can disappear," Brandon said, "if you want some alone time. I don't mind." Actually, I kinda wanted you ta hang around." She said mysteriously. She looked at me and raised an eyebrow.I shrugged. "Hey, you want me, I'm yours." Good." We went back to her place and hung out in her backyard. She had one of those sheds that used to be a playroom but had been converted for goth use. The inside was painted black -. My feet were far from the ground, droplets of water splattering from my body onto the freezing marble. Gently he lifted my jaw and pointed to the door as a slew of knocks echoed around the room. “If you make a sound, you’re going to have to explain this to your friends.”“Fuck you.” I hissed venomously, secretly aching to have him inside of me again.The anger that had been present before flared up again but then a small, dangerous grin made its way into its place. He spanked me, painfully enough. ? I moved them apart and she started undressing me. She had only put the wrist cuffs on and not fastened them together. This made it easier for her to undress me. She did it slowly and silently. I kept my arms raised as she removed my skirt and boots. She took my top off and removed my bra. After she removed my g-string I was butt naked. My mind was racing as she left me standing there. The room smelled of some sort of incense and leather. She came up at the back of me and breathed on my.