I saw she was looking at the old Indian who didn’t pay attention to nobody as usual. She went into the woman’s hall, probably to rest alone there ...way from the maidens. But in a second she came out and looked around then swiftly entered the men’s room where the driver was.Oh my God! She’s fucking with the Syrian, sure she does; they way she went there, the sleeping gown she’s wearing, the way she got into the men’s hall. Oh my God! My mom is a whore! What shall I do? Do I have to go and catch. Each time the crop came in contact with Sandy's sensitive, engorged nipples, it was all she could do to get the number out of her mouth. It seemed an eternity before she finally screamed out, "Ten!" Good girl," Mistress praised her. With that, she offered the crop to Sandy's lips."Kiss the crop, slave."Sandy immediately complied – kissing and tonguing the crop as though it were a long-lost lover. And, she realized as she did it, that was almost how she viewed the crop. As much pain as it had. "Amanda Jeffords, and any other girls around!" Now that just won't do will it now, tell me what do you think of boysnow?" Oh, I love looking at them, especially that blond haired boy Bryce, Ijust need him inside of me, my heart turns to mush every time I see him!"I giggled and blushed and felt a small wetness forming in my genitals. "What's your name?" Rebecca asked gently."Kathy silly!" What gender are you?" A girl of course!"She walked out of the room with a smile on her face and all that. That’s a cool honeymoon spot! But, it wasn’t the resort. It wouldn’t be the resort.Two days back for the wedding and all the changes I learned about. I thought all about those two days on the drive back to the ranch where I would be staying for a couple days before needing to return to the resort. Changes … so many changes. I couldn’t blame them, though, not really. They couldn’t handle those conversations over the phone and it was me who was missing, who wasn’t available, who might have been.