As if there was no Civil War going on at all.Morgan frowned turning from the window, she didn’t have the luxury of feigning ignorance to actual real...ty. Not now but maybe one day she could... She shook her head clear and continued running. Going between the houses she knew that the facade had to peel back somewhere. These women were enslaved and fucked by dozens of men, even if it was in a nice house, it’s still an awful life. She stopped seeing playsets in the yards and couldn’t hear anymore. "Come on, Boyfriend. Let's get that snack your mom promised us. I'm starved," Brenda said with a cute grin that caused her dimples to show up.In an odd way, it was Mom's crack about her being my girlfriend that sort of got me to ask her out. We went to different schools, but we could date on weekends, and that's what we did.It was during this period that I started having dreams again, about flying. This time, though, they were more detailed. It always started out the same. I was at the top of a. Charlotte waited.Vera reached up with her free hand and pinched her own nipples through her blouse, stealing just a bit of self-pleasure.Charlotte waited. She could feel a pool of cum building on the lips of her inflamed pussy.The first blow landed on Charlotte's left thigh, "Agghhh!" the poor woman cried out.Vera stuck again, this time on Charlotte's right thigh, the flogger leaving behind a sexy shade of pink.Vera flogged her bound patient for a total of ten strokes. She was meticulous,. She looked very pretty for her age. Short brown hair, reading glasses, knee high skirt with a buttoned up shirt.“Sit”, she sternly said pointing at the chair beside her desk. She sat and Mike sat. Ms. Davis went on about how misbehaved his child was in regards to talking too much and always tickling the girls in the class. Mike laughed and asked what the big deal was. Ms. Davis couldn’t believe this question. “Tickling is very annoying and disruptive,” she said.As she spoke Mike couldn’t.