..There's a knock on the bathroom door. Cock in hand, I freeze, heart beating hard. And in a tone of voice that I'm sure has 'caught wanking' written ...ll over it, I say;"Yes?" I hold my breath waiting for an answer"Um.. can I come in?"Fuck."What? Er... I'm in the shower." I know that, that's OK." But...." ...Go on, I don't mind." Um, OK then.", I say.The door clicks open, and I hope that the steamy walls of the shower cubicle hide my hard on."I was just wondering..."I hear something. It sounds. But I won't be there" Mary promised. "I'll spend the night at mother's." Oh hon, come on," I exclaimed. "You'll have fun." No I won't," she countered. "You know how I hate those kinds of parties. Things happen that everyone is sorry about the next day." Hon, that was years ago. It was a mistake. I said I was sorry a million times." I'm not talking about you," Mary said. "I'm talking about Teresa. I don't care if she is in college. She lives here and will abide by my, our, rules. No sex until. Susan pleaded with Sean, "Please, Sean! Please let me go!"Sean stood beside her and said, "It's for your own good, bitch."Sean then whacked Susan's buttocks....1...2...3...4...5 times. Susan yelped with each whack....6...7...8...9...10 times.Sean reached underneath Susan and felt her pussy, "Uh huh, you are wet, you naughty little slut. Get on your knees now and pull down my shorts." Susan was scared, but extremely turned on. Her face was flushed and knew she couldn't get up because her skirt. I tried to nod. Her hug was too tight. My hands flapped helplessly until she relented. I panted for the breath I’d been denied. ‘Coffee?’ she asked again. This time I could nod. On the kitchen table was a familiar small pile of paperwork for my statistics tuition, but also a heap of glossy women’s magazines. I had never seen Chloe read anything like them. ‘I’ve raided a neighbour’s recycling bin, with her permission,’ Chloe said. ‘These magazines are full of surveys. I will use them to show how.