He did not want to rush her into tripping and falling down the stairs.When she reached the bottom floor, she ran to the wall where she turned and face... Sir Smiley. Out of breath, she said, “Please stop for a second and let me remove the habit. It took so long to make. I don’t want it hurt.”Sir Smiley came to about three feet from her and looked deep in her eyes. He could see she was telling the truth. “Very well remove it, but be quick about it or I will add to the strapping.” She was trembling. “You take good care of your cunt, don’t you.” he said between slurps into my inner private parts.“Yes I do, I like to look after my pussy.” I panted, his tongue was getting to me; he was really turning me on. I suppose it was the whole bizarre situation that was helping to stimulate me.“Say ‘I like to look after my cunt.” he demanded.“I like to look after my pussy.” I said. “AAaaaaaggghhh!!!” I yelled as he sunk his teeth into my pussy lips. “OK. OK I look after my CUNT.” I screeched.“Suck. . Until Keylie banged on the door, scaringthe shit out of me."Rebekah laughed a little, while wiping away some tears, "Yeah, he can be alittle asshole sometimes." To her surprise, she actually felt better that he haddone the same thing she did. "I forgot to tell you that if you wanted to take ashower, you have to go into Mom and Dad's bathroom or downstairs."Gabe was relieved that she wasn't mad, but then again, how could she be, she'ddone the same thing. "I'll have to remember that next time.". Today is one of those days. Since today is one of those days, I'm a little bit irritated that I have to stop by St. Agnes, my little brother's school, and talk to his principal. I pull up to his office. His name is Mr. Grant. He was the principal when I went to middle school here, and I vaguely remember him being attractive, but I was too young to care much at the time. I suddenly become conscious of the fact that I am clad only in my workout gear. Don't get me wrong - I have nothing to be.