"Um, I used something I made in my workshop." His eyebrows went up inquisitively. "I kinda built a glove with a built-in cattle prod, and well, he poo...ed his pants and..." His laughter interrupted my speech, and he was still laughing when we headed into the school. Dad was no stranger to subversive activities. One of the reasons he was as crippled as he was from being in the military.The school was buzzing with whispered rumors when Dad and I headed into the principal's big conference room. Mr.. Fortunately for her, Mark already knew of her desperation, and mercifully he would allow her the release she needed so badly. But before he pushed her over the edge, he wanted to hear her beg a little more!"So you want to cum do you, slut? You want me to make you cum?" he asked, taunting her."Yes, Master Please! Oh, god, please make me cum!" she cried."Well that's all well and good for you, whore, but what about me? What will you do for me if I make you cum?" he asked."Anything Master! I'll do. "It is a refreshment to not have a colleague's nose in my asshole!"Amelie chuckled. "And besides, with three- with three SISTERS, soon theBriggs dynasty will overtake the Masson dynasty! You may even get myfather's executive box at Manchester United..." Amelie grimaced asanother, even more awkward silence filled the room. "...Did I saysomething wrong?" The only thing I'd want to do with an executive box THERE," Ellen spat,"Is take a piss on all the seats!" Ellen and I support the GOOD. It's so confused you, kiddo. You don't have to act this way. We love you.”“So let's go home, sweetheart.” My mom rubbed my arm. “We can get ice cream on the way home. Cold Stone's on the way.”Ice cream...? Ice cream...? My parents were insane. Poor Louisa was trembling. She had tears glistening on her cheeks. Her father was shouting at her now, standing over her, looking so handsome and strong, so powerful.A naughty wave of heat washed through me for Uncle Wayne. My eighteen-year-old pussy.