Mrs. Bosworth saw to it that her and Mr. Bosworth’s reputation for edge play remained well intact. In addition to the sport with the electrical boxes, Mrs. Bosworth began another game with the wand. It lighted on my tongue and I cringed, but no shock. Again...no shock. Yet, I knew better. Mrs. Bosworth still had that intense manner that said she was far from finished. The wand slowly approached and I held my breath. Mrs. Bosworth smiled. Yes, yes, here it comes. Already I could feel the shock. I held my breath. Oh, god, oh, god, here it comes!
She pulled back, touched it to a n****e clip.
“Fuuuuucckkkkk!!!!”
I could only scream half the word, but everyone there got the message. More incoherent screams issued as the wand bounced from n****e to n****e, then down to my hot, hot p***y. No,
