I never want us to be apart again!" I suppose we'll be apart after the knife fight. Except when I come to whip you tonight and every night. Last night...was the last we'll spend together, not that it was that much fun - not with you unconscious after I'd beaten you. You might have easily lost today because of being so weakened. But the Great Lady Fortescue won't let up on you. She really has it in for you - poor Francine." I'm surviving, Frederica. The pain from last night has already gone. I'll. This isn’t going to be a nice loved up weekend – we’re going away to some where secluded so we can fuck and make as much mess and noise as we can without worrying about neighbours heading us etc.Off my boy and I go on a shopping trip into town. We go into a few underwear shops and browse what’s there, I look to my boy and I can see his cock is twitching already in anticipation. We walk past Ann Summers and he begs to go in. I tell him they just don’t make clothes for bigger girls. I want to get. ’ * Froo sat on the phone at the same time that Misha was on the phone to his customer, speaking to her mother. ‘Yes mum, I know I haven’t been over for supper for a couple of weeks, but I have been a bit busy.’ Listening to her mothers reply, she knew she would have to take the plunge and explain. ‘Well I’ve been out with Misha every night, the man that Lorraine set up on the blind date for me and you babysat Jace that night.’ Holding the phone slightly away from her ear as her mothers excited. “You look terrific.” “Am I supposed to say thank you?” Silence, save for the hum of rubber on road. Hand on gear stick tightening, black nylon stretched across thigh, seatbelt stretched across chest. Ire rising. “Maybe not, but you could stop being a stuck-up bitch.” She stares, wide mouthed. I avert my eyes, keeping them on the road. “Would you rather I said you looked like a slut?” “Why say anything at all?” “Just making conversation.” “Well don’t.” Long straight road ahead, foot down, hand.