She took the shirt off completely. I stuck out my hand, and gestured for her to hand me her shirt. She whimpered as she gave me her shirt, she knew sh... was stuck now. I looked at her sweet face, she was blushing, and looked terrified. “Very nice, now the pants.” She looked at me, begging me with her eyes to spare her. I was unforgiving. I watched as she peeled her yoga pants off her ass and legs and stepped out. She was had on ratty pink panties. I salivated at her youthful thighs and legs, now. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear.“Information, please,” I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.“Information.”“I hurt my finger...” I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience...“Isn’t your mother home?” came the question.“Nobody’s home but me,” I blubbered.“Are you bleeding?” the voice asked.“No, “I replied. “I hit my finger with the hammer and it. More

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