"In here!" Charlotte said from a side room, looking out as she heard Cathy's footsteps running down the corridor.Cathy entered the room and immediatel... hugged Charlotte, "I'm sorry I wasn't here! I came as soon as I got the message!" She said and then saw Maria, sitting on the examination bench."What did this?" She asked Charlotte."It was my father; he had this and was trying to use it on me!" Charlotte said showing Cathy the PDA she had taken.Cathy turned it on and looked at the display; Mary. I went to my room and had a couple of pegs of my regular, which I needed to clear my head. After a few drinks, I was mulling over what to do about my desire to have intercourse with Sowmyakka.Even though everything went as I had dreamt but I did not have a clue as to how I shall approach the subject. Thinking and making the plans and so on, I ended up with one more drink than I had planned. I took the last one and resigned from making plans as none seem to be even remotely realistic and. “Does the slut like it?”I nod. And I feel the crop rubbing me, she takes it away and looks at it.“Goodness! You’re really wet!”My face goes red. Feeling ashamed and weak. I try to shrink against the crossbar. I feel the crop under my chin, vaguely smelling myself on it. She pushes up.“Look at me.”I stare into her face and she lets the crop drop. Her hand is on my stomach. It moves down. Over my panties. Her first two fingers start to rub me through the panties. Waves of pleasure.“Cum. You’d be hurt.”“Oh, Tam...” But the older girl kissed her again, kissed the little boy, and left.Peter Saunders wandered restlessly round his house. The departure of his wife after they both acknowledged that their marriage had become an empty shell had left him at a loss. Work was okay – fine, even – it was only times such as now when there was nothing to distract him, that he was lonely. Yes, he realised. Lonely. Nothing on t/v that he wanted to watch. Nor was there anything to tempt his.