Also, I didn’t dare disobey her. That would call for a real punishment session, and right after my so-called test, I knew I wouldn’t be able to h...ndle it.Starting as low as I could, I gave a slow continuous lick upwards to the waistband of her thong, the lace strip between her cheeks coarse on the tip of my tongue. After doing this a few times, I concentrated lower, where I knew her asshole was barely hidden by the fabric. I assumed she would tell me to do this soon enough, and while I was a. Odd.In fact I felt very odd suddenly. It was almost... It was painful; like... Itreminded me of a wound I'd had as a girl that went septic - thescratching feeling that had spread up my arm until I'd taken antibioticsto clear it.Like something was in my blood, spreading up my arm from..."Oh my God."The ring.I held my hand up in front of my face, fingers splayed, staring at it.It felt cold to the touch but that cold was burning me like ice would. Myhand was shaking.I reached to pull it off with. He stopped being my father when he turned me over to you and then sat on his butt while you fucked over my life."She gave me a long hard look and then she turned and left.For the next two months every time the door would open I would look half expecting to see my father walking in, but either Yolanda never told him or he didn't miss me near as bad as she had said. Then one day the door opened and I looked up from the Managerial Economics text I was studying and saw Yolanda."Your father had a. A couple of times actually, though I didn’t know it was Janie at first.”“Is that why you came to me before? You saw her but weren't quite certain?”“Kinda, yeah.” I looked at the clock: quarter past one. I should get going; there was one more thing I wanted to get done before practice.“I’ve got to head out, Miss Burrow. See you soon?”“Of course, dear, you know where to find me.”Talking about her and what had been happening was...off-putting to say the least. I wasn’t sure if Miss Burrow was just.