Mai aksar unke peticoat ko hathMai lekar smeell karta us chhot or gand wali jagha ko maine ekbar kuch alag karne ke sochi, mmai or nani hamesha eksath...apne kheto ke or ghumne jate or raste mai woh kabhi kabhi peshab bhi karte the aise he ek din hum donoJa ahe they to nani boli ke tu rukh mujhe susu lagi hai or nani wahi bagal ke tree ke peche jakar susu karne lagi, mujhe unke susu karne ke awaj suniye dene lage, mann to kar raha tha ke abhi jakarunke sari susu pee loon orUnko wahi chod doon. But then they were always just rumors, a friend told a friend type stories. Lea figured they were probably just erotic urban legends of the wealthy. But she couldn’t stop herself from playing with the ideas... picturing them... fantasizing about them while she touched herself... Whenever Lea brought the subject up with her mom, she received nothing but vague convoluted responses.Emily Burke was the epitome of a hardworking single mother. The fact that she’d attracted a mega-wealthy man like. . ?" Sometimes you can see a brain make a connection in a person's eyes. I saw it in Allie's. "No. I don't want to be in your play." But you said you can sing." I can sing, but I ain't gettin' up on stage to prove it." Why not? You get up in front of a crowd every Friday." It's different." What is it with you cheerleaders. You can sing, but you won't perform." My voice was almost a whine. I'd talked to all five girls on Mr. McCoy's list yesterday or today, and none of them were available. Two. This started with once the beating was completed I’d stand up then at first remove my pants so they could observe their handy work and after a short while I’d have to parade my nakedness around the house along with them looking at the handy work to my bottom as the bruises and marks became more evident. Over time the humiliation intensified with me having strip naked and wait inside my be room, then usually my mother would come and escort me downstairs. Father would be waiting and then carry.