Tar dudh dutoPremikar moto cheye roilo. Mar vadoy alo pore chok choke birjo dekha jasse.Ami sorir chorie du hat baralam ma er dike, ishara peye ma ama... buke uthe elo lokkhi meyer moto.Tar ngno norom sorirta amar nogno sorire moddhe niye piste laglam. Ma bolte laglo,–amar lokkhi baba, dol na mar sorirta, sob jala nivie de na sona, tor ma k abar ma bana, amiTor hajaro seler ma hote chai.–o amar sex er rani tumak chude tomar sorir jurie debo aj.–deri koris na dhuka taratari,Ami ma k jorie dhore. Then I used my key to make my rear entry. I had a plan in mind as I raced through the house up to my mom and dad’s master bedroom.Downstairs, I heard Lauren whining to mom, that she did not need a spanking especially with the wooden hairbrush. I pulled down the attic door quickly, stealthily ascended the steps and closed the attic hatch leaving just a crack, so I would be able to see the bed and Lauren’s spanking.Was this risky? Well of course. Was it worth it to see my mother light a fire in. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew what about to happen now, but she couldn’t wake herself up to do anything. She was trapped inside of herself, inside a mental steel cage, rattling the bars like a wild a****l as she pleaded, begged, cried for release, but there was no one around the dark, empty void to hear her.Kate had little difficulty sliding her hand in up to the knuckles and works them back and forth to loosen her up; all the while, her u*********s victim humped her large. I’ve escaped seven times so far, but the cops keep finding me eventually. They’ve had to keep moving me to different kid jails because some child fuckers get away with everything if I am dead. My caseworker told me that someone was coming to take me to a place where I would be safe, a super-max child prison.”Snowflake and Marlowe had returned. We loaded up to head to the complex.As we drove, I told the six kids, “You will hear this again when we get there, but first off, where we are going.