"Stop." Willow sat back on her heels and looked at Page."The goal of the lesson was not to teach you to walk with good posture but to walk in a way th...t serves a purpose. Posture serves the purpose. The heels and the stride serve the purpose. The words serve the purpose. Now I tell you to clean my shoes and you attack them like a bowl of dog chow. The actions must serve the purpose."Take off your shoe."Willow removed her right shoe and held it out to Page. Page did not take the shoe, but. So, thought John, There may be some rot here as well eh?John found that Paula had made an appointment for his injections at a private clinic in an hour’s time even though it was a Saturday afternoon.“You were very sure I’d agree to this,” he said smiling.“Sir Maurice was,” she winked at him. “You were hardly likely to say no, were you?”John shrugged, and she laughed.As he waited for his appointment, he wondered about Gareth Fredericks and Xavier Curran, the two who liaised with the Far East. I groaned with the mind blowing feeling of utter fullness as she pushed her fist down inside me. I couldn't take my eyes off her hand as her fist slid down out of sight inside my crotch slit. I shivered all over as her wrist passed my cuntlips and still she continued pushing.Her hard balled up fist pushed deeper and deeper. Finally, when her arm was buried halfway to her elbow, I felt a grating, grinding pain as her knuckles crushed up against my cervix. She and I both stared, enthraled at the. That’s how I ended up watching Dad’s face when he had to smack Bon and that’s how I learned how much he hated doing it.It was no surprise to me that he hated smacking Estelle just as much, perhaps even more. What was a surprise was how meekly she submitted to it. It was as if all this business and especially Dad laying down the law had triggered some sort of zone in her mind where she obeyed authority without complaining. She even went and stood against the wall without having to be told. And.