She stopped and blipped her car.I don’t know. I think it was a jeep. Anyway, she just poked her head in and got something from the dash and put it i... the straw bag she was carrying. Her ass was in the air as she lent inside. Oh yes, it was a fucking hot sight.No I don’t know what it was. No she didn’t see me. I was quite a bit behind her, just keeping pace, you know.Well then, she shut the door blipped the car again and started walking up the verge towards her house. No I didn’t know it was her. Eventually the familiar white gates came into viewand we turned down the track to the long, low farmhousethat was Uncle Bob’s home. He had seen the lights of ourapproaching car from a long way off and stood waiting forus on the porch steps.He isn’t the typical image of a rancher; no dungarees orstraw hat for him. He’s stocky and tanned with curly hairthat was just beginning to go gray round the temples. Hewas wearing a smartly pressed check shirt -and were thosedesigner jeans. She is here because she has agreed to be punished, humiliated and abused for shoplifting. She will now go to each of you and introduce herself personally.” “Go on,” she says pushing me forward. Blushing, I almost stumble towards the first couple standing there. “Hi, I am Rachel,” I stutter. The woman who is Chinese smiles at me and says, “I’m Alison and this is Jerome, Jerry’s son.” Jerome leers at me. “Watched some wonderful video footage of you and my dad earlier.” “So Rachel do you. Her vagina had grown very moist, and as she slid her dildo in and out, I could hear a sweet slick sounding slippery sound. She started to get a little more rigorous with herself, pushing it in and out a little faster, but not too fast. Her dildo must have been at least 9 inches long, and she was pushing it all the way into her body, and pulling it all the way out before re-exercising the motion.After pushing it in one more time as far as she could, she slowly pulled it out. I could see a faint.