White crewcut, eyes as blue as mine. Not as twinkly though. I guess pulling bodies out of car crashes, if he did that, dims some of the light.It was a...Sunday afternoon and we met Artie at a diner. He said, “The pie’s decent.” Vanessa smiled at me. She knows all my weaknesses. Causes some of them.I went rhubarb. Using the steely self-control for which I am celebrated, I refrained from à-la-moding it. Vanessa stuck with hot water and lemon. Artie did the Boston Cream Pie with a scoop of vanilla. She screamed as her ass gave to the paddle and it immediately started turning red.I said “Scream loud enough and you’ll draw the night watchman. You can explain what’s going on while I go home. Now bend back over.”She did as she was told and in quick succession I hit the same ass cheek four more times. Not quite as hard as before, and slow enough so I could still see her ass give to the paddle and then spring back, each swat adding more color to her Annalisa Sherrill’s shapely ass. She had only. ‘Do you want to stick that in my arse? I badly want you to come in me’So we rode for a few minutes & she screamed about how much she loved my cock. She was wet enough by this stage I could’ve slid my cock into her arse but she wanted the full effect. ‘I’ve got KY Jelly in my bag. Fuck me in the arse’, she told me.So I rubbed that all over my cock as she wanked me off & played with her ass. ‘I want you to know you’re the first man whose made me feel like a true slut. I can’t believe at a club. The nicest thing about my hot brew was it didn’t taste like a rattlesnake.The Society of Sisters was not as isolated as I’d assumed. Weather permitting, Sheila, the leader of the clan, scheduled trips to Denver to resupply and do some in-person banking every three or four months. Sisters were free to go ashore as often as they wanted.“Is there ever a problem with a sister going AWOL?” I took a sip and studied Seraina’s face for her reaction to my question.“We’re not prisoners here. Everyone is.