But she didnot turn. "Keira!" she tried to correct herself. "You remember that?"Finally she turned back. "Don't you get it Amy? I wish I didn't." But ...hat else do you remember?" Not much. The less the better." But what about all the good times?" What good times?" There were countless." Well answer me this then. How did I end up like this? Did you do thisto me?" It's not that simple," It was a confession of sorts.Keira reacted as if she had feared and concluded such. But to hear itaffirmed. “I want to be good and rested.”“I get you,” Beca said. “I want to make sure you’re good and rested but not too sore to run. You can only have Jacob after races.”I headed to Cindy’s after practice and was immediately invited to stay for dinner. After texting Mom, I agreed. Cindy and I went to her music room and she handed me a Mozart piece.“You can play this can’t you?” she asked. I scanned the music and thought it looked familiar. It was a piano score for Mozart’s Turkish March. I started. "Stand up and face the mirror," he picked me up and turned me to face my ceiling-to-floor wall mirror. He pulled off my panties and lifted my right leg up onto my desk, completely exposing my wet cunt. He started kissing my neck up and down, nibbling and biting hard, the arousal went straight to my pussy and it dripped my juices down my legs. He sent shivers down my spine when he trailed kisses along it, making my hairs stand on edge. He smelt my ass and moaned, "Ohh baby!" He twisted his head. Then he noticed the dog collar, the dark makeup on her face and finally the twelve inch wooden ruler in her hand. Tom looked at Jerry while he started to sit down at the table. He noticed something strange, Jerry was sitting with his hands between his legs. He was wearing short trousers, a plain shirt opened at the collar and a tie that was unkempt and half undone. Jerry never looked up at Tom instead he stared at his hands. “Well…” commanded Laura, “sit down!” she urged Tom one last time. Tom.