I grieved for Bill as well. He was a nice boy who deserved more than a cold, unmarked grave. Many had passed through our doors to die shortly thereaft...r, and I grieved for them as well. But not like Jeannette grieved for Bill. Bill had become a part of my sister's heart, and she never forgot him.I love my sisters, one and all, but our shared terror in the basement brought me closest to Jeannette. Naturally, I asked her about what happened in the basement, and she surprised me by being honest. “Time to get going, girl”I twist my hand in her plait a little more, causing a little squeak, and the tongue comes out further and begins to move. The first touch with the skin of my lips is electric, I reach down with my left hand to spread my lips, forcing her head forward with my right. Her tongue slips between my lips, dancing briefly across my inner lips before retreating. My little one begin to move her head from side to side violently as she retches. I hold my grip on her firmly,. His father had been a diplomat in the British Embassy in Berlin, and he had therefore spent most of his early life as a child in Berlin. His family had moved back to England in 1928, to the family farm in Wiltshire which was run by his Aunt in conjunction with her own farm which adjoined theirs. He had finished his schooling, and then gone on to Oxford. He subsequently decided on a career in the Royal Navy, and had gone on to Dartmouth the Royal Naval College and then commenced his subsequent. . Uhh! Thirteen... f******n..." I rained more slaps down on her, and they got harder and harder. I wanted her to try to reach back and stop the spanking, so that I could punish her her more, but her hands stayed on the floor. **SMACK!** **SMACK!** "Ouch! Fifteen. *SNIFF* Sixteen!" She was starting to sob.. I knew that it would not be long now... **SMACK!** "*SOB!* s*******n!" **SMACK!** "Oww! I won't do it again, John! I promise! *SOB!*" "What did you say!?", I asked. "Nothing... *SNIFF!* I.