She came back to the consciousness. Without drying our bodies I carried her to the hall and made her to sit on the sofa. “Daddy, My darling. I love ...ou. Give me a bottle.”I told her that was enough. She tried to take the bottle with her urine. I grabbed that bottle from her and took a sip from it. I told her it was her urine. She pleaded me to give some but I refused. She tried to take to take the bottle from my hand. But I evaded her. I gave her a sip of whisky mixed with her urine. She came. One night while attending a Fetish Ball, I had also met a married couple who had fetish parties. They had invited me and I had attended several times. The parties were held in an older building near downtown and you had to confirm in advance that you would be attending so your name would be on the list. There were usually several mistresses there dishing out some corporal punishment. The rules were quite simple. You had to ask someone permission to play before you could touch them, and. Vin redirected her query to Aliya raising an eyebrow, who sighed shaking her head. "Jenna ... she..." Aliya took in a breath and let it go. "She tried to kill you. She blames you for Crenshaw. I know it seems silly, but I think that she is not all there." Where is she now?" Vin queried. Aliya looked over at the bed next to hers. Poor thing, Vin thought. To be haunted so. In reposed Jenna's face held none of the harshness that she had been the brunt. Instead, Vin only saw a lost girl haunted by. Beth decided to demonstrate and, lying down on her back, took a breast in each hand and pushed them together."Is that what they all want to do, do you think, Mr Pulaski?" she asked.Meanwhile, Mia’s hand was now running down over Beth's flat belly and onto the front of her loosely fastened plaid skirt."I'm sure I would love to," said Pulaski quietly, and began to slowly slip off his jacket."It's just such a shame that you're our principal,” said Mia cheekily. "Else you could put your cock in.