" Cindy noticed the tone of admiration in her mother's voice and wondered if she also enjoyed being the dominant one in a sexual relationship. "But yo... need to get the chance to cum, too. Look who I brought to help out," Sara added, pulling Phip up from behind her. Cindy looked into her cousin's soulful eyes and she wondered if he'd take directions as well as his father did, after some training, of course."Hmm, hi Phip," Cindy said, raising a hand in greeting, and Sara took the hand in her own,. "Would you like to eat me?" she cooed.I instinctively went to bend down again and obey when I felt a sharp blow of the crop to my butt again."I just asked if you would like to slave boy," she started to explain, "I didn't say you could." Yes." It's yes Mistress Leah," she explained as I felt another sharp blow to my butt."Yes Mistress Leah," I agreed, unable to do much else at this point.I stood there and stared as she began to take the shaft of the riding crop and run it through the now wet. The motion set mylong, braided swinging. This could not be real, I refused to let it be so.There was a pressure about me. In my head? No something deeper, etherial,almost spiritual, a force pushing against my very being. Not knowing how, Ipressed back, as if denial alone could change reality. Something shifted. Ablink of the eye, and everything was normal once more.The gun was on the floor. Not some gaudy accessory, but the cold steel Ihad carried to rescue my wife. Once again, I wore my simple. So foster mom and I loaded into her car and headed out to a very nice part of town. She took my hand and lead me into a very big beautiful home. Once there we were met by a very pretty Asian lady with jet black hair neatly put up in a bun. She led mother and I into a changing room where we had a white robe and slippers waiting. She told us both to change and stepped out of the room. I left my panties on with the pad my mother had given me after my bath as I was still bleeding from the nights.