She was bent over, crying, looking at me.“What?” she pleaded.“The answer was ready for what, SIR” I yelled at her.She shrunk within her frame ...ooking at me with tears coming down her face.“I’m sorry I forgot the sir part. Please don’t hurt me again, sir” she cried.“I won’t hurt you as long as do what you are told. Do you understand” I said holding both her shoulders looking directly into her face with my face inches from hers.“Yes sir” she said meekly.“Good, now go clean up. You got about eight. She introduced herself and told me her hubby didn’t come as he had some work.She told me she knows English and I explained the situation. I asked for her number and she acted surprised. I told her it’s for the Whatsapp group and she agreed. From that day onwards she was the one who used to come to pick her daughter up every day.I purposefully made her daughter practice an extra 15-20 minutes till all the other parents left and I had some time to talk to her. Over the next two months of the. I replied "Wumf Umfl argh wwwff." which meant untie me but with the gag in my mouth I couldn't speak. "It's OK, I'll only be a few minutes." and off he went.I was laying there, trussed up like a turkey waiting to be stuffed when the thought occurred to me that my bottom was facing the door to the hallway and if the postman looked through the letterbox, he would see right up the hall and right up me. That idea started to turn me on and I was feeling quite sexy when I thought that I heard a. Trying out." I've daydreamed, but not seriously. Simon would rip me up, and I think I'd go for his throat the first time Randy called me dawg."Robbie laughed. "What about Paula?" She's a cheerleader, annoying but cute." I heard that," Darlene said as she put a plastic table cloth on the picnic table."Check that out," Robbie said, saving me the trouble of getting my foot out of my mouth. Tami and the girls were coming down the road toward the campsite and leading about seventy-five people of all.