‘Hello.’ ‘Hi little darling.’ ‘Karen!’ The sound of laughter filled the room. ‘Yes, it is I, alive and well.’ ‘Where are you?’ ‘...ulled back, recovering from a grenade fragment in my back.’ ‘That scarcely sounds well.’ Karen laughed lightly and said it was a fucking lot better than being enclosed in a body bag. Faith wailed, ‘Oh Karen.’ ‘I’m fine, truly. Just after taking mom’s call I received air tickets and a leave pass for two weeks in England. I’m not required to live in a military. Walking behind her also gave me the opportunity to watch as her ridiculously tiny skirts would ride up higher on her ass, exposing the lower cheeks and wet pussy lips. Of course, my mom wouldn’t bother covering up, because this was the whole point. Usually, we’d play some games too, and I had a particularly fun one planned today. She made her way slowly to the food court, which is where she would get her first assignment from me. Along the way, she’d talk to any of the random guys that. I look down at you, meeting your gaze lovingly, and considering where and how to hurt you next. I start in the obvious place, slapping your bound breasts hard. Your cry of pain is lovely, but not enough for me, not nearly enough; standing, I drag you with me by the bonds, the ropes digging into you and the carpet burning as I pull. I listen to your agonised howls with pleasure as I bring you to the end of the bed, where I can retrieve my belt from my clothes. ?That's better,? I. Her right leg was dangling helplessly over the right arm rest, while her left leg was raised high, the heel of her left boot resting against the edge of the desk in front of her. She moaned again as she continued to stroke her pussy with one hand, while caressing up and down the material of her stockings of her left thigh with the other. She was so absorbed in her act of self love, that she didn’t notice me when I first entered the room. It was only when I shut the door loudly a few moments.