She also baked lots of cakes and pies for me, I should say ‘us’ but she always made me feel she made them for me. By the time I left primary schoo... to move on to grammar school, I had her wrapped around my little finger. I also felt I could trust her, over the years anything I said to her she would keep in confidence and not tell my mother. As I got into my teens the arguments with us got worse, as I got bigger and stronger she had trouble holding me for the spankings and got my father to help. But..Seriva!" You're such an obstinate little bitch, Cat. This is what comes from it, you see? Push her down!"He nodded and complied - again. This Draenei seemed....fun to say the least. Grabbing thick tresses of her red hair, he pushed her down on the rug-covered floor, ignoring her outraged squeal and 'uhn'. She was down on all fours, looking back at him in shock. Then she shrieked, Seriva pushing her head and upper body side-down to the rug.The naked Draenei grinned at him, and he grinned. He stood just trying to think for a while, then decided he had to makehimself busy if he didn't want a nervous breakdown. He had to dosomething, so he returned to the kitchen and started on a thorough cleanup, an occupation he always found oddly relaxing. If there was onething he couldn't stand, it was a kitchen he didn't know that wasn'tspotless. While this one wasn't really dirty, he'd already doublecleaned the area he'd used for preparing lunch, by the time he wasfinished the whole room. So here i was in the stall, doing my thing as usual, but I probably got carried away with pleasure and either lost track of time or made some noise without realizing, all in all, one thing being clear... The stall door was half opened, I was bent over a little bit, in a t-shirt and my panty hose, my jeans hanging on one side of the stall, my panties around my ankles and two fingers in my ass, going in and out when i noticed the light changing behind me from a shade of black. I turned and i.