When I could remember anything.It seemed that all my after the coma memories were fine, it was just the Prague memories that were like Swiss cheese. D...ring the first week I promised myself that I would make a decision about Tonya. I didn’t have to she made it for me.She decided she didn’t want to babysit me as well as her daughter. Yes she knew I would likely function fine without a couple of weeks worth of memories. My body was beginning to get a little stronger, which gave me hope. It. My nuts were aching.Everybody on this Earth is going to die. We all know it, we don't really want to think about it, but it is inevitable. The big question is always ‘when’? Lying on the bed next to my sister I made a decision, if I was going to die then I couldn’t pick a better time. I carefully eased closer to Shelby then put an arm over her waist with my hand resting on her stomach; if she woke up and killed me, I guess that would be my ‘when’. She didn’t move and I was still as a. Of course, no one got physically disciplined when in detention as it was similar to being grounded at home or sitting a detention at school, and the offender just had to stay at the detention centre the whole time.The new structure caused a problem for the multitude of people who actually enjoyed being on the receiving end of physical discipline whether at school or sexually with others who enjoyed disciplining them.What did transpire under the new laws was a disconnect between the person. "Here it comes baby!" she announced spearing me with her cock. She gripped my hips tightly and began to slam into my ass even harder than before, and it went much deeper in this position. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure shooting through my body."Look at that ass, you sure can take a lot of cock. You're a real slut aren't you?" She spanked me emphasizing her point. I couldn't respond my body was being used as a meat puppet and (much to my surprise) I enjoyed it, all I could do was moan. "Just.