I’d be fifteen. I was panicked thinking that I didn’t know who my friends were. I focused on trying to sift through V2’s memories for something ...seful. I didn’t want to start telling people I didn’t remember things. Mom had already mentioned wanting me to talk to a counselor. If I had memory loss issues ... I didn’t dare talk to a psychologist about being an old man in a young kid’s body. They’d lock me away.Well, one thing I remembered well enough was that kids talk on Facebook. My grandkids. Lila behaved very well, was duly submissive, and took the punishments (that were really meant for Sarah) stoically. Sarah and Juggy were very proud of her.Sarah needed to complete one more task: Juggy needed to be trained to take over the household duties and, with Paul's agreement become his new confidential secretary, once Sarah was gone. Sarah really hated making these arrangements with Paul because he would always call for a slave after one of these conversations, and for obvious reasons,. Mayra yek bahote he close friend jammu may rehta hi apnay wife kay saat dono wife and husband job kertay hi our khosee ke zendagee gozaretay hi yek din maray doset nay mojay call kia our bola kay aap jammu moje say melnay aajaweo yek surprise don ga may aglay week owen say milnay jammu chala gia oweh jise makaan may reh raha ta oweh 2 story ta oper makaan malken our nechay mayra doset rehta ta apnay wife kay saat main gate yek he ta laykeen nechay say oper story ko sereyaan tee jise ka derwaza. I flick my clit with my fingernail and imagine it’s Mr. Blackbrook’s hand under my skirt. My mind paints a picture for me and the sight has me cumming in my chair. I bite my lip so hard to keep from moaning that I taste blood. I struggle not to buck as the strongest orgasm ever ripples through me. I can hear my breath panting out between my lips. Once my pulse calms down, I slide my fingers out of my pussy and stick them in my mouth. I lick every last bit of my juices from them. Suddenly I.