"I don't care, you will do as you are told. Now shut up while I call yourgrandmother. You are going there an Saturday to start learning how to bea gir...." No! I won't," John screamed. Mother slapped his face and he started tocry.My mother, went into the living room and John ran into his bedroom. Beingthe oldest he had his own room. I shared with Paul.I followed and asked what was happening."She wants me to be Fa'afafine." I had seen some of the boys at schoolsuddenly turn up on a Monday mornng. Well…his spirit would be there. He didn’t have a body – his body was six feet under in a cemetery a few miles from his old home. He knew that, he’d been to visit. But his spirit – or whatever you want to call it – could do as he pleased. As long as it didn’t involve talking to anyone…or touching anyone…or, in fact, doing any normal, human things, things he’d taken for granted every second he was alive. Being dead sucked. Being dead and trapped with the living sucked even more. He’d never. Now that the line had been crossed I could feel myself getting stiff and as I explained things to Debby I could see her glancing down which only made it worse but judging by Debby’s smile I don’t think she was having any problems either although it did feel like I was talking to my Mum, maybe I just had a thing for the mother figure in my life.We worked on her bio and I must say I quickly got the impression that this posh woman could be the devil in bed, she seemed to have quite a lot of. I didn’t want to hear about his Uncle, so I slipped down onto his dick and fucked him a little harder at a medium pace. I was taking him all the way to his balls now, and I have to admit I was enjoying getting fucked even if I had to do all the work on top.“I don’t want to hear about your drunk Uncle,” I lamented and tried to turn the conversation back to what I needed to discuss. My mom would be awake soon, and I needed some ideas. “Do you think if I ask my mom to punish me so hard that she.