.. Her memory raced back over the events of the morning. What am I, she thought. What kind of person does what I’ve been doing? What would they ...hink if they knew I’d helped trick someone—a friend, almost—into taking off her clothes, then being tied up and spanked and humiliated, just to please my boyfriend? And me, she admitted to herself. Never mind the fact that it had been done in their own basement.“Are you all right, dear?” Her mother’s voice startled her from her. I used Keith’s tools to remove the rear seat. I had in effect turned the micro station wagon into a micro van. The Metro had small dents and rust spots. I decided to do what I could do myself. I also decided any repairs I couldn’t do would have to wait.I removed the front seat from the passenger side. The cushions on that seat looked pretty good, but I didn’t know what I could do to make them fit on the driver’s side. I didn’t spend much time worrying about it. Instead I oiled all the moving. But Jenny knew that she was no ordinary woman no more. Those drugs, those training, those touches ... The father barely touched her skin, but for her, it felt like electric shocks, awakening her deepest female instincts. With sham, Agent J could feel how she got wet again.The Father smiled."Careful Agent J. Use the bad word again, and I will forbid you to cum for an entire month." Fuck y ... Ahhh! No, please " Good girl, I can see that we have finished the first step of your training ... Be. Mom: what kitchen? Come onMe: you and grandfather did.Mom: started to cry and covered her face.Me:i got scared and getup from bed standing.Mom: saying sorry baby and crying like hell.Me: I was standing like dumb stuck. (i was thinking like lets take a opportunity)Mom: jumped from the bed and came to me hugged tightly and saying sorry I made a mistake.Me: I hugged back and consoling her not to cryMom: crying and saying sorry and dont say this to dad, he will kill me.Me:my hand was roaming around.