.’ ‘Hang on and don’t try to pull it down the stairs yourself, Mrs. Franklin. I’ll be right over.’ It was this second job that was going to ...ill Joyce, she always thought. But then, each time she thought that, she bit her tongue. It was the second job—the people she helped—that had kept her going ever since Christina went off to college and, without knowing it, ripped that big hole in Joyce’s life. Joyce couldn’t any more let Mrs. Franklin drag a tree down to her living room and try to figure. A ball gag in her mouth rendered her mute, "her screams would be too loud otherwise," Brett explained, "it would not do to hurt our ears."There was only one chair for me, placed, of course, right at the bottom of the cot, close enough to her pussy that I would not miss any of the action, yet far enough that I would not be in the way. I approached Lynette and looked into her face. Her wide open eyes rolled madly from side to side. Saliva bubbled on the sides of the ball gag. I wondered for how. ”“Are you doing OK?” Mom One asked.“I’m confused,” I replied.“All I can suggest is that you give her a couple of days to calm down, then try to talk to her.”“I guess. I’m going to go upstairs and read and then go to bed.”“Good night,” my moms both said.I hugged them, then went up the stairs to my room.November 12, 2000, Chicago, Illinois???? Steve“I take it this will be Suzanne’s room?” Leigh asked as we went into the nanny room early on Sunday morning.“Yes. It’s way more roomy and comfortable. After that I went to my house.Two days later, after lunch I was roaming on my floor I heard my name was called by someone and I turned to see that was swathi. She was at her doorstep and said that she needs someone help. I asked her what kind of help? She said that she have to move some object on the loft on the ceiling.I looked at her she was in bright red color nighty which perfectly fits to her shape. Her boobs are protruding above and looks like apple and avocado. My penis started to erect.