Do you remember how hard it was to convince you at first though? It wasn't easy to show you where you belong."I tried to smile, but I felt all mixed u... inside. I felt so ashamed of how I let him treat me, of what I felt when he treated me that way, and today he wasn't going to let me pretend it was just a minor thing. Sometimes, especially when he was tired or frustrated, he liked taking it out on me, and though I couldn't say it was easy, part of me loved to be his figurative punching bag. I. Now she said, turn over with your bottom in the air.I felt utterly deflated and obeyed, my rosebud exposed and vulnerable, she produced a tub of something and proceeded to massage it into my hole, a warm tingling sensation started to creep into my groin and dolly and I could feel a flush coming to my face, “ooh Auntie that feels very warm and is starting to burn a little, I said, “Shut up and be quiet and keep still “was the retort.A few minutes passed and then I started to feel her caress my. Rosemary called again the next day, and invited me to see a show at the London Palladium. It was a comedy with a singer and comedian called Harry Secombe, he was very popular at the time. I said, “Why not,” and we agreed to meet at the theatre the following night. Once she saw me her face lit up, “I’m glad you decided to come,” she said with a smile. We took in the show, and I must say I thoroughly enjoyed it. We went for a drink after and she was very talkative, chatting away as if we’d. ‘Do you have time for tea?’ ‘I absolutely do,’ Fredrick nodded, beaming inside that she’d invited him to stay. Claudette smiled genuinely at him before disappearing into the back room to set a pot on the stove. As the water boiled, she rummaged around for her nicer set of china and prepared things for the tea. Some minutes later, the kettle began to whistle, and she removed it from the flames and poured boiling water into the teapot. Smiling softly, she carried the tray back out into the store.