I told Frank that I had some work to clear up and he expects me to be here. Shit, he's called me twice already. He doesn't trust anything I tell him."...arl laughed as he doodled on the drawing pad that Lily had presented to him. "Poor Frank, he's a lawyer, but so easy to fool. You know that he's nuts about you, Ang. That's why he's still with you. Anyway, here's the drawing."Angie mouth twisted with disgust as she viewed Carl's drawing. "Damn it, Carl. You can't draw worth a shit," she. I wanted to feel the vicious kiss of Lady Margaret Hunter's sadism in the depths of my soul. Down on the floor, I cooed, almost swooning with delight to have my Mistress returned to me.The tickling caresses ceased and the resounding slap of flat hand on tender bottom was like a starting pistol. I yearned for the thrill of pain, knowing that beyond it were fearsomely intense orgasms that only my Mistress - Em had become my Mistress again - and dear Steve had ever dragged from my flesh. In the. I felt the soft squishy shit and packed it up inside her. It took time but at last my balls were slapping against her sloppy wet cunt as the base of my cock stretched her ass as wide as it could go. With each lunge into her ass I yanked back on hair. She screamed like a stuck pig. I pounded her harder and harder until at last I let loose another stream of nut batter.Pulling her back into the structure I yanked out my limp cock, shit blood and cum covered it. A stream of the same mixture leaked. What now?” In grade four, a teacher introduced her to the wonder of using words to create a different sort off picture.Mr. and Mrs. Shorten sought help of every sort, which invariably failed. One counsellor completely missed the significance when the little girl answered “why? Because the pressure is going to kill me. When I write it lets off the pressure for a little while. If I don’t, it will just keep pushing until I rip open from here to here”, running a hand from sternum to throat. In.