As she made her way around a particularly bad pothole, she knew that driving a cone lined path would be simple compared to missing the potholes.Meliss... pulled up to the high school feeling much more confident about her driving skills. When she parked the car, Bill leaned over the front seat’s back and said, “Good luck.”“Thanks,” answered Melissa.“I’ll meet you at the house after school,” said Bill after getting out of the car and before shutting the door.“Okay,” said Jerry. He watched as Bill. " I feel sorry for Charlie."She looked up at me, a bewildered look on her face."Why? What's wrong with Charlie?" Nothing's wrong with Charlie. It's just that those things look pretty wicked. And Jill told me how you've been practicing with the banana and all..."I don't know what happened first. There were so many things and my eye wasn't fast enough to distinguish them.The first thing I noticed was that my sister seemed to have swallowed her soup the wrong way. Some of it spewed across the. Then she took the cock to her own mouth to suck it clean. But, as if hit by lightning, she let go of it and knelt on the floor. She hung her head, a soft moan left her lips.Angique stepped forward. She took the shrinking cock and made it touch the bowing girl's head."C'est bon, ma petite. Nettoye ton amour. Tu l'as gagné."Brigitte grabbed her Mistress's hand. She licked it with quick, fast strokes. A golden squirt left her cunt.It hissed into the dirty straw.Soeur.Does she remember?Does she. “Oh, that is our ‘scoreboard’; it helps us make sure the punishment will be carried out according to letter of the law. The board will register how many strokes are to be delivered and then the count will be reduced after each one until it reaches 0. A buzzer will sound every 10 seconds, indicating when to swing the implement.The board then lit up displaying “Day 1: Della 50; Carla 2.” If Carla could have seen what was on the complete board, she would have been extremely apprehensive about her.