I watched from my hiding place, strange emotions running through me. Excitement at seeing such an erotic display. Confusion about my peeping-tom eaves...ropping. Tension, I mean, what if Carla did go off with him and I never got to find out what she had to tell me? And above all, fear that somehow this man might see me in this awful feminine get-up. But at last they broke off their passionate embrace. The man went his way and Carla hers. I hurried to catch up with her. "My," I panted,. . I mean, not really."He could pretty much guess what had happened from the way she answered, and asked, "Did anyone else see you?" No." Does anyone else know about it?"Bonnie thought about James, and how embarrassed he was that night. She was confident that he sure wouldn't be telling anyone what had happened! Then she thought about Shelly and said, "My friend Shelly does, but she wouldn't tell a soul."Then I don't think you have anything to worry about."Jerome said it with confidence, and it. Stressing this point by thrusting his lower hand's finger and thumb into her body. She cries out and bucks against his hand moaning loudly.Pinching her nipples his warm mouth descends upon its puckered form. She moans at his suckling. His lower hand leaving her body gets a pout from her that leaves him chuckling. He is slightly raised over her form. He takes her hand and places it upon the buldge in his shorts. Starting to tell her how bad he wants her. How he has wanted it for so long...His. Glancing again down toward her welts, knowing she’ll have more between her thighs, she still can’t help worrying about going home, concealing her body for the next few days, its bruises, welts for at least a few days, maybe even a week or more. Trying to think of ways to insure her deception, to hide the unexplainable, the metal anguish seems even more painful then the physical abuse being heaped on her. She’s forced herself to believe she deserves the pain, yet how to conceal it from the.