Claudia was left to her own fingers. While she plowed her furrow she could hear the girls whispering and moving about on their bed. She wanted to see....As she leaned against the door, her fingers slowing massaging her clit was jolted out of her reverie."Ch-Charliiiiize!" Dot thought she would wake the house. Then almost breathless, whispered, "Charlie, I'm cumming." Dot had never heard nor used the term, but at that moment she knew that was happening to her. She was going to cum. Dot could not. I was suprised i felt like this tho i was terrified like a k** in trouble.he reached into the bag and pulled out a pacifier and shoved it in my mouth and said you keep that there. continued talking starring at me with the paci in up an down studying me. i felt wierd i use pacis on my own but its different standing in front of someone witch i have done before too but this time it was even more different being put in this position instead of willingly doing it in front of someone.he told me about. “I know they will be unmolested, unharmed, and well-fed in your care. My great aunt’s expulsion, as well as all her offspring, from our family, was when I was still a young teenager. Her various supporters in the family have argued, on her behalf, to convince me that she has changed. They explained how she now deserves for me to bring her back into the fold. Her drugging my children’s meal is wholly unacceptable. Doing so in your presence or attempting to assassinate you, in their presence, is. Blueberries. Blueberry muffins. I awoke smelling blueberry muffins. I didn’t remember baking them, but I did bake them from time to time. Running water. The shower. Humming? The last few were not unusual, were I the one in the shower. The blanket hit the floor with a ‘Thufffft’. I reached for a weapon to protect myself from whoever was baking muffins and using my shower. That didn’t sound right, but with the couple of days I’ve had the guitar would make the perfect self defense mechanism. I.