Satish had followed her up to the door of the bathroom and was relieved to see that in her urgency she had not bothered to bolt the door. Though he co...ld not see anything by peeping in from the small gap between the doors, he was content that his theory was working out.Anju after relieving herself realized that in her moment of urgency she had forgotten to bolt the door. This instead of making her feel disgraceful excited her. Her excitement grew when she recollected Satish's hand gripping her. We were living in a small town in western Pennsylvania. There were three of us: Roger was 15 and Rory was 10. I was the middle c***d, and 13 years old at the time. Now that my brothers and I were older, we no longer needed a babysitter. Given the way we had always tormented babysitters in our youth, it had been a while since my parents had found anyone willing to watch us. And so when we were old enough to stay home without a babysitter, my parents started to go out on Saturday evenings. They. Of course, I’d be really pissed-off at you in that event. No, I wasn’t asleep. I was getting my robe. I didn’t want to come to the door in my nightie.”“Are you ready to go upstairs?”“Mmm ... Ready.”Jason scooped her off her feet and carried her upstairs. He gently set her down. “I love it when you do that,” she said and untied the belt on her robe. She slipped out of it and hung it on a hook behind her bathroom door.She stood before him in a white cotton slip. It had spaghetti straps and a lace. One strong, disciplining hand in my hair, the other over my shoulder with fingers splayed across my welted back; both keeping me held tight against you. Positioned so I’d wake up in the security of my Daddy’s protection, and after the long, exhaustive use the day before, this little one cherishes the love and kindness of my Daddy.You realize I’m awake when I start kissing your chest. I hear your soft moans of pleasure. You caress my back, taking care with the welts, but relishing the marks I.