The more she cried the harder I fucked her and slapped, spit on and insulted her because my sister Emily is my sexslave and I love fucking her and she...loves it when I do it so hard she cries. "what's wrong you cunt? Are you crying you little bitch? I thought you like it like this you fucking whore"! I said as I pulled her hair and smacked her in the face. I untied Emily's hands and legs and told her to put on her wedding dress. Once she was dressed up I said "we're going to my house so I can. I have spoken several times with the excellent Mr Potts and share the view that the evidence on which Lisa was convicted was thin to say the least. That woman in the photograph did not look like her to me, although it is so blurred that it could be any fair-haired young woman of about that height and build. But she came here as a convicted felon, Mr Griffith. She came here to be punished and my job is to provide that punishment."Griffiths said nothing. He knew he must not antagonise this man,. "Where do I catch the boat?" The old man motioned her behind the ticket booth. As she went around, Diane and Jane started to follow. "No," the old man said, "You can't go any further. You didn't buy tickets." Veronica tried to sound cheerful as she yelled and waved good-bye to her friends. But the boat was old and creaking, and she shivered as she slipped into the moldy, leather seat. The old man pulled a wooden handle beside the canal that started a gear in motion. Veronica was startled by. I open the shower door just a crack and test the water. The steam rolls out of the stall, creeping over the mirror with smoky tentacles. That’s what I need. I strip off my tank and panties and step in to the shower. Just as I’m leaning my head back and soaking my hair it occurs to me that I didn’t get a towel. I slide the door open to check the towel rack, but there’s nothing there. Damn. “Honey!” I call out. “I forgot to grab a towel, will you bring me one?” Your smiling face appears next to.