“You will have to indulge her during her re-education by enduring her shameful and vulgar lessons. You must not show any sympathy for her. Madeleine...is like a misbehaved child and craves discipline and control.”Nanette giggled and said the word Connasse.My Grandmother noticed my quickly hardening penis in my nightshirt. Her eyes narrowed angrily at me. I bent forward slightly and bent my knees to try to hide it in the folds of my shirt. She also saw the cum stains all over the lap. I could tell. I didn't stop him and he started to rub and thenmasturbate my penis. The warfare inside my mind continued, my emotionswere going crazy. As he was touching my penis it seemed to strengthenthe case for the argument at how gay this was because a girl doesn'thave a penis. I noticed that I was getting a very stiff erection fromhis touch and a few quiet moans exited my red lipsticked mouth.Soon he was seriously jacking me off, I thought of how totally gay thisentire experience was, but still there. We need to call the Sheriff and file a report. The good news is that the camera out there should give the police a good description of him. Let’s call the sheriff and get this over with.”Annie sat next to Spencer on the sofa, covered up and shaking.“I didn’t feel threatened,” she told the sheriff “but he scared me. One-minute I was putting my cup in the sink and he wasn’t there and the next I reached up to turn off the light and he was. Just standing there looking at me, on my back porch, in. No explanation, then, for the first thing he naturallynoticed - what he found, removed, and placed, agog, on the polished tabletop next to his matching white latte mug. Nothing in this mysterydelivery but a spring-scented little girl's pair of panties. White,cotton, utterly non-descript, just a pair of panties, "Ages 7-8" printedon the label in the plainest of fonts.Ethan took his eyes off the strange delivery to check the time. It was,he mused habitually, time to go to work. He put the panties.