Dad and I went back to the garage dressed in our Sunday-go-to_meeting clothes. As we were standing there waiting for the grease job to finish, the pow...red grease gun popped off the grease nipple and waved around in the air ... spewing grease in many directions ... one of which was onto Dad’s suit! We spent another day in the motel while the local dry cleaners tried to get rid of the grease stain - didn’t work and Mum eventually threw out the suit.Back on the road again and Sis and I had kinda. So they ceased the electro-torture, and the woman removed the boy's gag. He kept repeating some words, but those went ignored. Ashiahe dropped her skirt and rose on the table. She moved her cunt over the boy's face, grabbing his jaw and ordering him to open his mouth. Get his tongue out. The boy seemed to understand. And he refused. In amused disbelief, Ashiahe stared at the boy's tight lips. Then she gave a nasty laugh, jumped off the table and grabbed one of the electrodes. She used her. Rick said from the doorway, ‘Kat could you please close your eyes for a moment.’ She closed her eyes and heard Rick walk into the room beside the bed. He reached down and softly brushed her damp hair from her eyes. She felt him placing what felt like silk around her eyes and knotting it loosely at the back of her head. She heard him step away from the bed and then the sound of a match being lit. The scent of the match was followed by the smell of strawberries as he moved about the room lighting. I looked up at him as he undid his pants. “Don’t just sit there gawking” Stan said “start undoing my sneakers.”I untied his sneakers and loosened the laces. As I did his pants and boxers slid down to his ankles. Stan lifted one leg and said “Take off my sneakers and pants.”I removed his first sneaker and the pants from that leg. He put his foot down and raised the other and I removed them as well. His hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head up. My jaw must have dropped in shock. Stan’s other.