.because i know exactly how boring it gets waiting for someone as i have been through this many times!!Me: what do you mean many time?She: my mom also...used to go out when i went to tuitions when i was in school and mostly i used to find my home locked when i returned.Me: so how did you pass your time then?She kept quiet and opened the door with her keys and looked at me and winked. I could not understand why she winked.Me: what happened? Did i just ask something wrong?She: no nothing. You might. You see I'm a masochist. Yes, I love inflicting pain on myself or have others inflicted for me. I've always been like this since a young girl. When I would tell most men that I like to be spanked, whipped on both my breasts and my pussy they would think I'm nuts and run for the hills. My husband tried but couldn't bring himself to beat me like I wanted. I like my breasts hurt and my pussy to hurt.So that brings me to one of my fantasies that I indeed carried out on myself. I had read on some. ‘There are elephants on the shores of the salt plains bigger and taller than mammoths. Their tusks are straight rather than curved. But the giraffe is the tallest animal I’ve ever seen. It’s taller than four men in height!’ As her pate and crotch blistered in the direct sun, Glade wondered why the black warriors chose to be closely shaven. She would welcome back her hair as much as defence against the harshness of the Sun as to restore the beauty she associated with it. It must be worse, she. She was confused because John hadn't supported her. She was confused because she thought she was right to keep the monster, for that's how she viewed me right now, from touching her baby. She was also confused because she felt the room's hostile mood towards her. I motioned her with my eyes to come to Jenny."Touch her," I told Sarah.Sarah reached out hesitantly, laying her hand on Jenny, who looked at her uneasily.When she had her hand on her daughter, I let her see what she had done to.