Oh my god, I would never be able to do that. Be still my itching cunt for there are still several hours yet before I leave for the train.Finally the c...ock crawled round to 8 am and I felt exhausted, not because I had been busy but because I needed to force myself not to play with my throbbing cunt. I climbed of bed and ran my shower, whilst this was heating up I set out my breakfast so I could grab it as soon as I had showered but fuck me if I did not catch my cunt right on the cupboard door. I took them off and washed them, a little embarrassed I had soiled her panties and hung them to dry in her bathroom. The next time I came over I put the panties back where I found them, but I was hooked. I decided to look into her drawers and see what else she had that would feel good. I found many more panties and her bras, slips and pantyhose. Pantyhose were a new thing in those days, so I took them out and carefully examined them. I began to put it all on. First those white panties, then her. What Mirri said is true. Some of the Anarchist bands arm their kids from about 13 onwards. Most learn knife play since so high. I haven't heard of anyone beating a child, but, if there were, I'm fairly sure that person is no longer around." But kids need to learn..." Secoweya started to say."The only thing anyone learns from a beating is fear. Caution is something we all need, but no-one needs fear in their life." But how are children to learn, be corrected?" Secoweya asked."Listen," Moira Lys. He stepped behind her, layed his hands on her hips, kissing her neck. "Hey darling" he said, before he turned her around to kiss her red lips. She answered his kiss with passion. They kissed a while until she interrupted it to talk to him. "Hey honey. Good you came. I need your help." She handed him the satin collar over. He layed it around her neck and closed it not too tight. The collar has a hanger with his name engraved on it."Turn around for me, I want to look at you" he said while.