Shit! He was frantic, by now. He knew something was wrong. She’d never just up and leave, not like this. Never.He hurried back home, and searched th... cabin in detail. He checked the hiding place, and the AR was there, but not the .45 auto, which the kids had had. He stood in the middle of the cabin, and tried to look for anything, any sign or anything out of place. Anything that might be a message from her to him. Nothing.He was almost crying by now, he was so shaken. He went back outside and. I knew very well that he was looking between my legs. My mother’s bikini bottom was just a string of material and did very little to cover my asshole and pussy flaps. I knew that Honey’s entire asshole pucker was visible when she bent over.“No, sir, I am flattered you want to spend time talking to us,” I lied. I wasn’t flattered, but I thought it sounded submissive and coy. I was still struggling internally with the old Blair and the new Sugar. It had been easier to submit to Jake at the. Great, looks like the Internet is your date again tonight. Booting up the computer, you check your email. The usual junk waits for you, nothing but ads to make your penis 10 inches long and sell you insurance at unbelievably low rates. You check one of your favorite sites to see if there are any new topless pics. Looking through the models, you find a girl. "No," you say to yourself, "that's no girl, that's a Woman."Flaxen yellow hair cascades down a laughing face that could launch ten thousand. 'Why do I feel like I just kicked a puppy?' I thoughtto myself annoyed. I decided I didn't give a shit, and walked to thesmall coffee table where I had left my laptop plugged in and charging.I liked the tablet, but I knew without a doubt it was being monitored.My internet usage on her computer could have been monitored initially,but I had since taken some steps to use a network someone else hadsetup for littles to safely use.'I hope it is safe...' I thought to myself.I was doing research on.