But before he could reply, the MS cried aloud that there was no excuse for my actions, not even ignorance. "She has to be punished, Father!"Grudgingly... Father Murphy concurred... and so, after I have written this letter to you, daddy, I am to be taken away to the pig pen where I am to live, unclothed, as one of the hogs for the next three days and nights. I won't know your answer to whether I am to be expelled or moved until that time is up, nor will I be able to communicate with you until my. I wondered why Fathima Madam was asking me so early as I wanted to enjoy my nap on a Saturday afternoon. Nevertheless, I had to go because she had a very bad temper and I didn’t want a hearing from her. I rang the door bell of her house at 2.30 exact and was surprised to see Fathima Madam opening the door herself today, because usually the door was opened by her father in law or her mother in law. She allowed me inside and closed the door and bolted it. I was surprised when she locked the door. “No idea,” she answered. “Mine took place out of the area and the couple’s house where it took place organised them. Their accents didn’t seem local, but I detected two African American accents; one possibly Arab and one from Scotland. The other two were definitely English – they were Cockneys.”“African Americans?”Juliette nodded. “They were quite big too!”Sharon smiled.“But it might not be the same guys. Another girl in our group thought that her guys were local.”“Bloody hell. They might have. Then gave me a kiss on the cheek and put her hand on my right breast. She turned and left so fast that she left me leaning against door and gasping for air. What was that about and excuse me, but can I have another please?I spent the weekend being all hot and bothered. I masturbated at least three times which was more than I had in the previous week. Sally, had got my motor running and I wanted more. My thoughts ran to and around her. She had sent over the 34D bra. While I wore it I.