The new routine of Mr. Williamson's visits was always the same. Helen would turn the keys, pull the safety deposit box from the wall, and place it on ...he table. She would then open the lid and step far enough away to grant him privacy. Mr. Williamson, the skin of his aged hands translucent like parchment, would pull a photograph from the box and hold it unsteadily before him. His fingers would trace across the surface. Helen would watch Mr. Williamson's face gradually lighten, his eyes shine. . and they were property, no matter how much we loved them. Meredith and my bond had begun in love, and sex, and perversity, had grown strong under those conditions with torture added into the mix, but with my son's passing, our bond had been tempered in the hottest flames imaginable. We each saw our madness reflected in the others eyes. There was no going back, only forward ... forward into a hell for Natalie that we were both eagerly imagining, creating, fantasizing about."Sophie, clean up. “It’s hurting,” Emily said dolefully, sniffing as her bottom stung, and finally sobbing. Jenifer said to the back of Emily’s head firmly, “I know dear, but it has to I’m afraid. There isn’t much point if it doesn’t.” When she was happy Emily had relaxed again she started a more concerted spanking. This time it was one hard spank on one cheek and another hard spank immediately on the other cheek. Jenifer knew she could keep this up for ages and she did, whilst Emily was struggling to cope,. For a couple of days, she didn’t message but one day she called up suddenly and told me that she has some good news for me. I understood that she broke up, so I just played all with her.Then, we spoke about random topics and ended the call. She started to text and call me on a regular basis for a couple of days. Even I was fine with it. Then, she once told me that she likes me. I told her that I don’t want an emotional relationship but looking for a physical one. I also told her that she isn’t.