A real kiss, not an air- kiss. Sir Henry and Shelley were still trying to understand what had happened here. ‘It’s good to see you again, Si.’ ...he used the diminutive that most of my family used for me. ‘How many years has it been?’ ‘I think it must be at least ten years. And it’s really nice to see you Antonia. Your change of name fooled me. I can understand Toni, but where did the Berwick come from?’ That was me being me, always researching. Some people had the nerve to call it being nosy! . I've read through this lots, and tried to keep the continuity correct with a bunch of different things happening. If you don't select 'Start Game' it all reverts to default settings which means names, clothing, memories, etc will appear, disappear and change all over the place and it will all be a bit rubbish. If you notice anything glaringly incorrect let me know and I'll fix it.As I began writing this story I found that it really seemed to lend itself to the idea of playing out as a game like. She knew what she wanted. Maths was as normal. Gemma waited to get Mr.Williams attention, and carefully and slowly applied her lip stick. This did get her noticed. Then, half way through the class, she took out her pencil and stroked her hot and wet pussy, making sure he had full view. She slipped the pencil in and out, until she shook out her orgasm. She took her pencil out of her dripping cunt and sucked on it. Mr.Williams couldn't help but stare. Suddenly the bell rang for the end of school,. Then the flushed, humiliated and sore victim wouldbe released from captivity. Sometimes he would go off in a huff, maybe evencrying. Sometimes he would join with the rest of the mob in spontaneously assaultinganother victim. Interestingly, I can't remember parents ever being told aboutthe pink belly assaults, as if we all knew it was somehow shameful and forbiddenand not to be talked about; very much like female rape victims for years didnot talk about their own suffering; for Pink Belly was a.