I rushed to answer it. I listened for a moment then handed it to Mom. She listened for the longest time. She only nodded her head occasionally, but I ...ould see she was feeling better. She handed the receiver back to me, indicating I should listen.The voice told me that I would soon be contacted about the adventure Aunt Sylvia wrote about in her letter. I was assured that she was well and wished us the best. The phone then went dead. I looked at Mom, she looked at me, and she hugged me close.. Karen could feel the dampness, even wet saturated spots and she looked down to see areas coated with her girly white cream. Daniel flinched as Karin tossed her panties at him, catching them on his lower chin. Promptly, she turned and left his bedroom satisfied that she had made a point of some sort… but not really knowing what it was. Daniel sat silently staring at the door his sister had just pulled shut behind her, his mind almost numb with sensory overload.He picked up his sister’s discarded. Then again the previous physician had been a short Brazilian man in his late fifties, while Zhu was twenty-nine years of age and at 5’6 somewhat tall for an asian girl. She had high cheekbones and light olive skin, with a slender, athletic frame featuring breasts and hips that filled her form-fitting white med jumpsuit very nicely. Her jet-black hair was kept short in a cut that floated softly around her head like a halo in zero g and in the .8 gravity of the base hung to barely cover the tops. Hopefully.What I would like my slave writer to include in the story with regards to Mrs Dougherty and her abuse will be as follows:I would like her tits tortured. Start off by having her hands behind her back standing on a stool naked. She will be just high enough for her tits to be above the level of my head. I will then brutally slap her tits back and forth. Next would come the cane. I would thrash her tits just as hard as I would her ass. After that I would take great pleasure in pulling.
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