” I started walking towards the bridge.Preston came walking up, being on patrol. “Can I ask you something?”“You just did.” My attempt at hum...r fell flat. He just stared at me. “Go ahead.”“Sorry. Just ... did I do something wrong, something to make you mad?”“Preston, think about it for a minute. Think about me for a minute. How long has it been, to me, since I watched my baby being kidnapped, my husband shot down in cold blood, literally my entire world destroyed in nuclear fire? Do you maybe. She reached into a bag on the passenger seat and pulled out a large chocolate cake. Her stomach rumbled loudly as she removed the packaging, the smell reaching her nose. Right now, it seemed as though it was the best smelling cake she'd ever had."I need some comfort food," She said to herself, patting her stomach in response to it's rumbling, "I've had a long day." Without any cutlery, she was forced to pick out a small chunk of the cake so as to eat it. Once it her tongue, she groaned loudly. The insurance will cover everything." Millie looked worried even so."I could repair it." She offered. "I studied needlework at college. It was about the only thing I was good at." You really don't need to do that, Millie. It's only a sample." Please let me? I would take care." Well if you wish, but you don't have to bother." Mille continued to examine the cushion."They are lovely, and if I am right that embroidery is done by hand." Yes. There are machines that can do it, but to justify the cost. Mum took control. “Thank you for agreeing to administer Adam’s punishment. I’m sorry you had to hear the details of what Adam was up to but I needed you to understand why this strict punishment was necessary.”I blushed, knowing that Miss knew about the pantie wank.Miss smiled. “I totally understand, Mrs. Rogers, I shall be more than happy to punish Adam for this appalling behaviour.”“Right, take off your shirt and shorts Adam,” Mum instructed.I was relieved, not my underpants, as my cock was.