But to me she had outshone them all. And I couldn’t find anything about her now! Not when she had died, not where she was buried. Could she be alive... She would have to be in her nineties. I don’t sleep that night. I toss and turn no matter how mind numb I have become. I’m out the bed with the sun. Several of my frat brothers are threatening crucifixion till I leave the house as quietly as I can. I have a credit card Dad gave me my first year in collage. Said it was for emergencies. I’ve never. She had personal integrity and a robust set of values. Her personal sense of self-worth would prevent her from violating any of her closely held beliefs; wouldn’t it?I had never seen anything in Janet’s behavior that would contradict that assumption. She had not altered her conduct toward me one iota. She had been as loving and attentive as she ever was, and there was no hint of guilt, or suspicious behavior. So, either she was a master of compartmentalization. Or she was. “Oh my little baby,” she said. “I really do love you so very much.”“And I love you too, my sexy Mistress,” replied Rachel. She had wondered how Julie could treat her so cruel, and how she, Rachel, had allowed her to do so. But, she had had two wonderful orgasms while Julie had spanked and whipped her, and, she reasoned, she had told Julie that she could do anything she wanted in all their erotic conversations in the chat room before they met. And although initially the pain had been intense,. She grabbed my hair and pulled me down until my noseand mouth were pressed hard against her crotch. My nose was assailed by amusky smell. But I had little time to take it in. "Use your tongue, lickit, lick it as hard as you can", she cried urgently.I had very little idea of what I was doing, never having got this closeto a pussy before and hampered as I was by the nylon film between me andmy target. But I tried my best to apply my tongue, lapping awayinexpertly but enthusiastically and guided.