Through gritted teeth he demands, "Stop your tears......now!!!!" Feeling warmed up yet, slave?" Hmmm I think it’s time I got to see a bit more of yo...." I take out a pair of long scissors, pressing the cold metal to her skin. I cut her skirt down the back the blades of the scissors gliding against her ass crack. The skirt falls to the floor. "That’s better don’t you think? Oh My look at your slut wear!!" My eyes stop and gaze at her lovely plump ass in her tiny black thong. I continue to. You can do! So did you live in a 'ouse in London, Bobby?" ... Mmm ... it was on an estate ... but it's nicer here! Where do you live, Aimie?" Not far ... Gordon Street. Where are you?" Russell Street." This made Aimie smile." ... Eeh, Bobby! That's reet near us! We go past your road in't mornings!"Well, to cut a long story short, Aimie and me became firm friends, as did our mothers, who were both Londoners; and Aimie's mum, Mary Cartwright, helped my mum, Tricia Clements and my family to. Chicken strips, roast beef, pizza, raw vegetables, chips, dip and several other assorted dishes littered the dining room table, and wine bottles were strewn about the room. My heart swelled with joy; I was with my family!The first weekend after New Year's, Donny moved in with us. I invited him, and at first he declined, telling me it was improper. Mom and Lisbeth persuaded him to stay; I don't know what they said to him, but he smiled a lot.The next weekend, I bared my soul.Mom had helped me. I see the vibrant red numbers informing me it’s 9:13 A.M. I sigh again and let out a long grunt. I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling. Staring at the light fixture, my slight reflection in the metal trim. I begin feeling my lid shutting as I force myself to open again. This time opening both, wide. I pull my hands to my face, rubbing them on each side as I yawn loudly. I stretch my legs as I kick off the blankets. Well ... I try to, my foot seems to tangle into a sheet, giving me a bit.