"Making Memories of Us," by Keith Urban. Well, I couldn't fault his taste in Country music. I punched in the numbers and added a couple more songs. Th...y started to play."Your taste and mine seem to be alike," I said, trying to get him into a conversation to see what I could learn."That right," he said."Well, Keith Urban, anyway."Saw yuh talkin' to that pretty blonde a while ago. She your sister?" I said, laughing."No, just a local prostie, goes by Carrie. Comes in here once in a while. Her hair was loosely swinging from her shoulders as she walked, a textured blend of chestnut, pecan and redwood, with a touch of gold that – like a kiss of sunshine among trees – caught the light of the chandeliers hanging from above. The two knew each other intimately through an unusual exchange of events, but had rarely spoken, and had no communication on any regular basis. In fact, their encounters had been spontaneous, with the exception of one particular gathering she invited him to… but. So, getting the cane was definitely right in the circumstances, and as she felt the cane being rubbed back and forth across her bottom she knew she deserved every stroke. Miss Foster loved how she had taken disciplinary control over the headmistress. Miss Jackson had a reputation for being strict and using the cane instead of reasoned argument. The students were scared of her, and still were, but then they didn’t know their headmistress got caned by the school secretary. They would chuckle if. ? They both each had a can and theypoured it all over her breasts.? Thenthey started lapping their tongues away, at her large gorgeous breast, andnipples.? They sucked, licked, kissed, suckled at her nipples all at once. While they did to Faith,she moaned a lot, in sexual ecstacy. Butthey weren?t done yet.? They had moreplans for her. It wasnight.? Faith was tied spread eagled on abed, inside one of the bedrooms.? Herankles and wrists had been tied to the bed posts.? Her eyes had been.