"No," she said sternly. "On your feet, missy. You have to receive yourfirst punishment before anything else." What? I haven't done anything!" No? Why ...o you think you're here? On your feet." I obeyed with a moan,and walked to the front of the room where she put a piece of chalk intomy fingers. "Now, write 'Girls shouldn't fight' 100 times." What?!" After that, I'll erase the board and you can write 'I must not be a badgirl and fight with my sisters,' 100 times." That'll take ages!" I. I thought she was just worried about Curt and the hospital bills. The next day I learned that it was more than that.My parents went off to work and a couple of hours later Elaine came in from their 'bunkhouse'. Her eyes were red and she kept sniffing. Even to a fourteen year old boy it was obvious that she had been crying. Being inexperienced in those things, I was unsure what to do. So I didn't do anything. We spent a few hours watching TV in relative silence.Just before her soap operas came. Then he mentioned it to me, because it sounded a little odd to him, and he knows that this business is rife with theft. Once I started looking, it wasn't hard to use the GPS data, and the minicams to confirm what was happening. Plus, as if that wasn't enough, I started asking around, and it turned out that there were a lot of folks who had heard rumors to the effect that George was stabbing me in the back. None of them had proof in hand, but the grapevine was correct."In fact, honey, I'm really. I realized he was blowing me, sucking me with his whole body, and each thrust of his hips was like he was fucking me at the same time.“Oh, fuck, Bill. Suck my cock, Bill… So good…”He glanced up, still sucking, and I saw his eyes smiling in acknowledgment. He closed his eyes, and started to sway faster. Now my hips started to move, thrusting into his waiting mouth on each forward motion. I felt a preliminary quiver in my loins, and was ready to cum.Claire leaned over, and I heard his whisper..