She suddenly looked very nervous. "Um... I'm not too good with maps, I'm afraid."She was holding the sheet upside down. I took it and righted it. Then...I pointed to a sign hanging from a post beside our picnic table. "We're in campsite D-17," I explained.Again, she looked nervously at the paper in her hands. "Yes... well..." She stared at it for a long moment, then lowered her face until it was only a few inches from the page and glared myopically at it. "Yes, well, you see... the thing is...". You’re going to burn me. OUCH! Please stop!” I was crying.Suddenly, it stopped. I rubbed my bright red bum and legs.She reached in and yanked me out, then pushed me over to the vanity.“Put your elbows on the vanity and stick your ass out toward me, slut!”I hesitantly obeyed, knowing what was to come. Her strap came down onto my red bum causing even more pain than I could endure, and I dropped to the bathroom floor. “Please Aunt Hazel! Don’t hit me again! Please! I’m sorry. I will follow your. "What did you do after that night?" I went from city to city and was always cast out as a pariah.Everywhere I went disaster struck and many people were killed, yet Isurvived. I was in the death camps of Auschwitz. People called me a Jew;and I was arrested. I went to the ovens and thought I would finally endmy horror, I suffered atrociously, but the curse kept me from dying. NowI want you to end this for me; I can live no longer."I had seen mindless people walking the streets. It was always the. The ride home was uneventful except for my hand placed between her thighs, against the moist crotch of her sexy silk panties, caressing her puffy pussy lips. When we arrived home Monica popped out of the car, revealing the patterned bikini panties she had on. Quickly she bent forward flipped the back of her uniform skirt in the air and smiled back at me as an invitation for me to join her inside.When we got into the living room I sat on the edge of the sofa as Monica dropped her books and.