" I'm sorry Mia," Claudia sighed, unsure how to comfort her granddaughter.Mia was no longer in the mood for breakfast. She stormed out of the kitchen ...nd up to her bedroom, slamming the door. Claudia stood at the kitchen sink and the tears began to flow. She had married a domineering man and over the years she had lost count of how many times she had stood at that particular kitchen sink with tears in her eyes.In Mia's mind no one understood how much she longed to know her mother. She had. She sank back on the long low chair on which she was seated, apparently accidentally drawing up her petticoats with her hand in falling back. I threw myself on my knees, and pushing her petticoats further up disclosed the rich, dark, curly beauty of her mount. She covered her burning face with her hand, while, pressing my head forward, I began pressing her beauteous cunt, sucking it without daring to lick her clitoris. She tried to push me away — “No! no! I must not.” But I suppose my. . unless it's at those hellspawn maggots. I really wish they'd let some other people see them.They've let me continue writing, you know. They say it's good for me. But for a while, they'd taken away all my best pencils. They said something strange about not wanting me playing with sharp objects. During that time when I didn't have my pencils, I had to write down my stories using crayons. I liked the pink one better than any of the others, but then the damn maggots broke it.After that, they. Wallman! How've you been? Thisis your final scheduled weekend here at the Ranch, y'know.? At five hundred a day, I sure hoped so. ?That is, if you pass final exams.? The slave standing behind Tanner sniggered. ?Otherwise,Mrs. Wallman has given the okay for as many more weekends as we'll need.? Thatwas the point where I stomped my foot, and tried to look commanding, as I wasat work?but it was a bit ridiculous in a bonnet, stockings and heels. ?Lookhere, Tanner, this is my final weekend. I'm.