" I'll phone you in the office in the morning. Is that OK?" Of course it is. Just in case I'm not there, I'll tell Carole to expect your call. Do I ge... a clue as to what it is about?" No, but there is something I need to say, but I'll say it when I see you. But try to leave plenty of time, so that we can relax and talk." OK. Speak to you in the morning."Afterwards, I thought: Well, at least it'll give me a chance to sound her out on private education for the boys.The next morning, I beat Carole. It made her sick to her stomach. It tasted salty with a tapioca-like consistency. She felt like retching. It was slimy and made her gag. Cassie was sick when they finished and stuffed their cocks back in their trousers. The very next night, she was in a small cubicle on a dirty mattress with an ugly Thai fisherman brandishing his cock like a weapon. His organ leaked clear slimy fluid from the slit at the tip. It was hard, slim and laced with ugly veins. He pulled on a condom. He had bought. The only pins I had available to me was an old hat pin. Approximately 2 inches long with a Pearl on the end. I stripped myself down naked and attached my trusty ankle straps that were attached to both sides of my queen sized bed so my legs were wide apart and the lips of my worthless cunt spread wide. Then I got my cunt stretcher out and opened myself up so I could expose my cervix. I took the large nail spike and with a mirror, sent the large nail point thru the opening of my cervix and into. It was only a stone’s throw from Ernie’s but the difference in class was palpable. The street was wide, the buildings old and beautifully presented. She led me up to her gloosy, dark red front door, opened it and ushered me inside. We hadn’t touched up to now except to shake hands but we both knew where this was leading and as soon as the door was closed she bent down, her hands on my shoulders and kissed me, hard. She stepped back. ‘I love the frock.’ ‘I’d imagine from up there you can see.