It must have been something that I said. But that didn't make sense. I was yelling at them, when both of them suddenly went from angry to something el...e. Or maybe it was just Megan that changed. But Chandra also acts like something happened.I'm lost.Megan came in carrying a large bowl of steaming water and a few rolled up towels. She glanced at Chandra, who just nodded back silently. Chandra waited for Megan to set the bowl next to me and sat beside it, before she left without a sound."Relax,. . for a moment, he seems to be admiring his work. There seems to be an unspoken connection between them as I watch, she looks frightened and for a moment looking directly at the camera - almost into my soul. I see her body contort microseconds before I heard the scream - piercing my heart as her whole body goes absolutely rigid against the cross then as the computer program changes, I watch her convulsing and straining against her straps, her body twisting and contorting, she’s gasping now as. With quick and sure stitches and snips, she altered her one remaining blouse, modified Harold's one silk shirt that he had left here when he moved out and then completely redid her Sunday dress. The white one with the little flowers. When she was done, she stood in front of the cracked mirror on the closet. She'd probably best not wear this to church anymore, she giggled to herself. She could see clear through it and it fit a lot tighter now. She brushed her thumbs over her protruding nipples. Nat’s hand finally leaves Heather’s as it gropes to grab a firm breast to squeeze. Nat’s other hand is spreading open Heather’s lips, again pausing so the camera can click its approval. No sooner than Heather’s hands are freed does she reach down and grab her unoccupied breast, as her other slides down her body, searching for her twat. She finds her lips wet and begins to rub her finger along the top where her lips come together. Trying to pleasure her swollen clit. Nat lets her do this for a.