What was going on? Had my mother gone insane?All the boys were staring at me, noticing my cleavage. I tried to take shallow breaths, not to let my bos...m swell, but I suddenly felt so breathless. I was gulping in the air, my chest swelling as my mother’s hand smooth across my rump again.“Yeah, you do think she such a wonderful delight, don’t you, boys?” Mom said.“Well...” Chris scratched the back of his head. “Yeah, I guess, Mrs. Miller.”“You guess?” Mother said, sounding exasperated. Then, to. She’d taken a couple of days leave from work so she could start the search for a new flat. She couldn’t really afford to move out, but she couldn’t stay either. It was all too complicated. Walking into the kitchen she came to a dead halt. Draven was sitting at the table, his eyes bloodshot, his hair a mess and, from the state of him, still wearing yesterday’s clothes. ‘Alex’ he leapt up from the table, the chair clattering to the floor loudly behind him, but he didn’t even seem to notice. . He didn't try to evade anyone, even though the house was more of amansion, he would be found eventually. He sat and waited theconsequenses. He knew this time his punishment would be so severe thathe would pass out quickly. He welcomed that oblivion.He was correct in his assumption. Old Man Holden had a collection ofAfrican memorabilia in which was a bull whip. Mrs Holden had his handstied with rope and the other end tied off to the handrail on the firstfloor landing so that he was hanging. Ilooked at the two women who had caught us with my tongue in Barbara'spussy. I recognized them as being members of the university's women'sbasketball team. Both were tall, had short hair, wore men's shirts,jeans and athletic shoes. The soft sole shoes were the explanation forthe reason that they were able to catch us without us hearing themcoming down the hall. One of the women was black. The other was white.Both had smiles on their faces.Barbara had recovered from the effects of her orgasm and.