I worked myself slowly and firmly. I slipped my finger, still glistening with my spit and desire, into myself once more. I felt how my finger slid aga...nst my aching pussy. I enjoyed a light tingle from deep within. My loud and slow exhale filled the otherwise silent bedroom.I had been masturbating like this for the past twenty minutes or more and was getting close to a big finish. However, I kepted pausing to read and then to type on my phone as Mr Wishart, well, Jake gave instructions.These. I can only do that whilst crying out loud and acknowledging she has control. It stops only when she decides it should stop. Eventually it does stop. My crying continues for several minutes though, with me prone across her lap, her hand rubbing my sore bottom, until Mum tells me I must get up. This time, like always, I edge myself up whilst tears still fill my eyes. I am allowed to rub away the tears but cannot under any circumstances rub my bottom. I remember Eve sitting there and. I say as I gently drip water into the wound, making her wince. I then rub the dirt out carefully, then seal it with a Band-Aid. There you go. All better now. I see her smile as I know shes thinking A Band-Aid wont help with everything. but she keeps quiet and just smiles. My heart sews itself back together as I see her smile. So, daddy got you something. I say with a smile. What is it?! she says getting excited, because whenever daddy says that, she knows it will be something she loves. I got. Father Petrou was outside his office. He was speaking with the two detectives.Father Petrou looked over at me. “Tony can you come to my office please!” he called.Without saying anything, I walked over. Father Petrou introduced me to Detective Smith and Detective Brown. They took over the conversation. They explained to both of us about the events of the previous night, not getting into too many details.“You go jogging late at night Tony? Did you go last night?” Father Petrou said.The two.