There was a breeze, intermittent and welcome.The fingers of her left hand grew sore around the handle of the ginger colored case she carried. High cut...jean shorts hugged her slender hips. A white tank top hung from her tanned shoulders. The high heal shoes were not advantageous for walking. But walk she did, one long arm jutting out to her side, thumb sticking proudly upwards towards the sky.It was dangerous to hitchhike, she knew this, but even more dangerous perhaps to be stranded when night. I had to measure your little cock three different times in order to get it to fit right—snugly, but not too tight. It wouldn’t do to choke off the blood supply and have it fall off, now would it?” Then she rubbed my balls with her bare foot, laughing when I grimaced in pain as my flesh swelled against the prison’s bars. “Did they make it a bit too tight, darling cucky?”That night was my first real exposure to Jacob. She made me answer the door while I was naked. From there the evening went. But there was no way Molly could talk about sex with her mother.Molly arrived at the bottom of the central corridor which spanned the length of the main school building. The school hall was in front of her, the school cafeteria beyond it. She turned the corner, passing the vending machines that were busy serving chocolate to the youngest pupils, and headed towards the staff room.She knew that pupils weren’t allowed in the staff room, they weren’t even allowed to knock on the door. But she had. Daddy would be home soon enough.She whistled a tune to herself as she walked out, poking at her phone, reviewing the pictures and videos she’d captured and saving them to an online archive. At some point, she would use them to turn events toward the right ending. Not yet, maybe not even soon, but eventually.Time, after all, was on her side.Petra’s phone buzzed after she restarted time in her bedroom. She looked down at it, and found that there was a message waiting from Jeremy, the creepy k**.