“So, now it’sdisciplinary problems, huh? Do you know, do you have any idea how fuckingmuch it costs us to send you to that twat’s pr...ening pit?! You bitch, youcunt, you ungrateful fucker . . . ” she was screaming now. “I’ll give you disciplinary problem, you fucking bitch!” Herstepmother had her by the hair and was dragging her downstairs, into thekitchen, furious profane incantations flowing from her. She was a small,strong woman of Italian parents,. "What do you want?" he asked her."Everything." was the reply."What?" The house, the cars, the bank accounts and you as my sissy maid." shereplied."Isn't that a bit much to ask?" I don't know. I never ask for much before and that was what I got notmuch! You were selfish, you have mediocre body, you have a small penisand you get blowjobs at strip clubs! And all of that is over!" But..." Don't you dare deny it! Doug was with you and guess what? Doug and Ihave been seeing each other for six months. My word, her head fitted on my shoulder as if it had never been away.Jen brought us an early-morning mug of tea on Sunday; from her smile and the happy kiss she gave both of us, my suspicion that she hadn’t had to go to sleep worked-up and frustrated after leaving us was confirmed. She and Julie got first go in the bathroom, and Hamish and I took second turn. He was singing happily in the shower as I shaved, and then I got to shower, but without serenading him. He’s a great lad, and he didn’t. That, and she kept seeing big, angry pink and purple lights flashing in front of her eyes the more she thought about her meeting with him, which made her feel dizzy and sick... ... so it was just easier not to remember at all.Especially when Dawn's talented, fluttering tongue was so delightfully buried deep in her wet, needy pussy...The entire cheerleading squad – including their advisor, Mrs. Winter – had assembled at Dawn's house. After all, Dawn had suggested to Emily earlier in the day that.