Is that Mrs. or Miss, dear?’ Sarah blushed hotly. ‘Its Miss, I’m not married.’ ‘Hmmm,’ Mrs. Thatcher said, nibbling at her bottom lip. ‘... just can’t remember where I’ve seen you.’ Pressing the question to the back of her mind for the moment, she smiled at them. ‘I’m sure I’ll figure it out eventually.’ Naomi and Sarah exchanged a glance, as they read each other’s thoughts. Perhaps Mrs. Thatcher did know Sarah from somewhere in her past. Naomi squeezed Sarah’s hand with an encouraging smile. ”“Shut up and do as I say! You want to know why?”My mother nodded, unable to speak.“I want to see you flex your cunt.”She gasped at my impudence. To her mind it must have sounded sacrilegious. But it was she who instigated the incestuous act that had just taken place, not me. Not the teenager whose bed she’d invaded in the middle of the night.And when she didn’t comply I slapped her cunt about as hard as I would have slapped her. “Owww! Why’d you do that?”I raised my hand threateningly and she. Me aapni ssari ko thoda upar kardia tha aur do tange feila ke soi thi apna blouse ke v do botton khol di thi. Dipu 11.30 baze aaya aur mujhe ghur ghur ke dekhne laga.me man hi man khus ho rahi thi. O dhire se aake bed keUpar beth gaya aur mujhe dekhne laga ki me nind me hun ki nehi me to natak kar rahi thi to usne socha ki me so gayi hun. Usne dhire se me seene se mere palu ko hata ya aur mere aadha khula blouse k gap se mere boob ko dhire se touch kiya.Me man hi man khus hone lagi ki mera beta. I handed Emma her envelope and she took it un-opened into her own office. The first card I opened had a local postmark and was a ‘sniffer’ card, which contained a small square of fabric onto which a girl could put a drop of her perfume, I really didn’t recognise the scent. The only inscription was ‘Call Me!’ The other card had no message but the handwriting on the envelope was a give-away, it was from Emma. I wasn’t sure if I should say anything to her and so I binned the envelopes and just.