JILL'JILL IS MY WILL', JILL'S NAME IS AS BIBLIAN LATIN 'NOMEN EST OMEN': 'NAME IS SIGN':JILL IS FIRST IN HER FIRST GRADE IN SCHOOL TO DISCOVER 'R 'CEN...RE OF PLEASURE'JILL IS RAISED STRICTLY SO SHE DOESN'T DARE TO TALK ABOUT IT TILL GRADUATIONJILL IS RAISED STRICTLY SO SHE HEARS EVERY SUNDAY IN CHURCH 'SHE'S A SIN-STER'JILL IS FEELING 'SO DOOMED': - SHE IS A 'SIN-STAR', AS LONG AS SHE CAN REMEMBER JILL IS FEELING WORSE EVERY SUNDAY MORNING WHICH STRANGELY IS EXCITING HERJILL IS FEELING A LOT. "If it's all right, we'd just as soon wait for Mrs. Peterson" said the woman, a little snottily, as she started to walk towards Gloria's half-opened door!"No! Ah, you see, Mrs. Peterson won't be back until Monday morning. Are you sure there isn't something I can do for you?"The woman had one hand on the door edge as she looked back at Marie. "Oh, well. Never mind. Please tell her that Carol Sanforth and Mike Bressler from ALPHA ONE were here. We'll call her on Monday and set up an. Six lines of fire across your arse with each stroke. Imagine it Margaret. Imagine the audience of men and perhaps some women for they are often more cruel, urging me to hit harder and harder. To go on and on and on. Till your arse is one bleeding blister. Margaret Smith you have three chalk marks against your name, you know how many strokes that is?" Six." Margaret was sobbing hysterically now. "Has something snapped in Jeremy’s mind? Will he flog me like he is saying until I cannot move and. Fuck, she was hot. And I was right, I had felt moisture through her clothes she was getting wet for me. I went as slowly as I possibly could, stopping a moment and running my fingers through her scant bush, which felt more like cotton fluff, than like pubic-hair. She started wiggling more and her cute, little sounds came higher-pitched. I pushed down her pants a bit more, feeling her moist mound, and she let me know when Id finally gotten to her pussy. Well, actually my fingertips came in.