Aunty then wore a nightdress kind of thing which was loose. Clearly, she hadn’t worn any bra. I started noticing all this after the waxing session. ...he was behaving quite differently with me. So I thought, why not make move on her?I waited till the night and until she was asleep. I went to her bedroom and sneaked in. Slowly, I raised her nightgown up to her hips and started feeling her thighs and legs. They were so soft.Suddenly, aunty woke up! But to my surprise, she pulled me to the bed and. Sorrel decided this was Fetcher’s child, and though she wished she could help, it was Fletcher’s responsibility, but she’d be there if needed. Fletcher was meeting with Charles and Pearce. This was their second meeting concerning Sorrel’s situation. None of them could quite figure out what was wrong. They all knew they were uncomfortable. Like Mary and Fletcher, both Pearce and Charles agreed the whole thing was too clean, too thorough, too complete to be real. Something was just not right. . I’m stuck in this bloody back of nowhere town eking out a living doing odd jobs in the one and only restaurant in the place, and making what I can how I can.’ Glen thought he knew how she would be ‘making what’ she could, and muttered to himself, ‘She’s had plenty of practice.’ The letter went on, ‘I know you will probably say no, but I wondered if you would send me some money. I put a lot into our marriage financially, and I think you owe me something.’ Glen felt that her claim that she had. “Do tell” Jerry replied. “And just how do you do that?’ he added. “See his cock” I said, “I’ll whip it so hard he will agree to anything”. Looking over at Jon, “That I would like to see” he said. I looked at Jerry, then towards Jon, who still stood there holding his cock, then back to Jerry, “Would you?’ “Fuck yeah” was his reply. “You have a whip?” I asked him and sure enough, he moved off and went into the bedroom and in a few minutes came back out with a small single strand leather whip..