I zoomed in so it recorded my sisters bedroom door and her bed. I left her bedroom afterwards and stood outside the washroom with the second camera in...my hand ready awaiting her exit. "Okay, count to 10 and we'll begin!"~~~~~~~~My sister exited the washroom and finished tying her bathrobe together. She then walked from outside the washroom to her bedroom. I followed her recording from behind as she entered her bedroom. I then put the camera I was holding on the ground beside her bedroom door to. I checked out all my husbands tools, most of them looked like they would tear me apart if I tried anything with them, I even checked out the lawn tools, the handles had good shape, but were made of wood that could splinter and cause me some serious damage. I did try out the end of one of my husband’s tree cutting shears – I needed something, and decided to see how it felt. God, it wasn’t too big around, maybe 2 inches in diameter, but it was hard and as long as I wanted, it was easy 2 feet. You will return to their house. You will serve them faithfully and willno longer have to work for their friends. And you will never, ever befoolish enough to think about running away again."What? Wait a minute - did I hear her correctly? That wasn't apunishment - it was my dearest hope!"I don't understand, ma'am," I said as calmly as I could. "I won't bepunished for running away?" Oh, yes, you will. I just told you what your punishment will be." But... it's what I want! It's not a punishment!". . I didn't mean it. Let's just talk about this. Let's talk."I growled, my majesty offended, "Tar-zan no talk! Tar-zan tickle!"Martha started talking faster and faster, "Steven no now don't, don't do this, don't!"I buried my mouth in her navel.She squirmed and squealed. "No! No! Steven!"I started lowering my lips, biting on my way down."No! No, now. Steven, don't you dare. Steven!"I licked her tuft. But she didn't fight.She said, "I'll bet you think you're smart, don't you."I said, with my.