She’d have probably caught the fabric on fire because of the speed with which the needle would be moving.Having finished on little stretch of sewing... Alice looked up at Betsy and asked, “What’s so funny?”“I was just thinking what it would be like if I had learned to sew back when I was a little more hyper,” Betsy answered.Alice laughed at the image that suddenly flashed through her mind. She could just imagine Betsy jogging in place while pushing the needle and thread through the fabric at a. “Stop smiling,” Veronica insisted that I not gloat.“Effective immediately, I want you to remove your clothes. Veronica, you are Eight and Betty you are Nine,” Dad didn’t have much use for fancy slave names. I had a friend at school whose family had a slave named Snowball and another named Thunder-butt.“Daddy!” Betty protested and pouted.“Your grades are just average, and neither of you is fertile. I didn’t tell you because I wanted you to have a reason to try to get good grades and behave. You. So is the bread actually – why is even the bread sweet here?” “I dunno, but I haven’t tried British bread before. I suppose it’s kinda the same for me. Apart from the food thing. It’s pretty much the same food back in Canada. Apart from Harvey’s and Tim Horton’s...” “Wait a second - ,” she stopped in her tracks, “you’re Canadian? Holy shit!” Mia covered her mouth trying to hide her shock at her faux pas. “Yeah, I’m from Toronto. I should be offended that you’ve mistaken me for an American. And I definately knew he had a great point. The feel of him kissing me, his tongue thrusting into my mouth, made me moan. I felt his hands on my ass.Then he was lifting me onto the counter. He pressed against me hard, rubbing his cock against my pussy through our clothes. I couldn't help myself, I had to rub harder against him, feel him closer. I could feel my pussy get slick. I looked down and noticed his hard cock peeking out through the top of his pants. I was about to slide my hand down to.