I didn't see any holes chewed through the bag. I dug around a bit and didn't see any mice. I think I'll pick up a big trash can tomorrow, one of those...rubber ones with a lid. That should keep them from getting into the dog food down there." But what about up here?" It's a lot more likely that he found a way into the bag down in the garage than into your trash can up here. I don't see the motivation for him to figure out a way to get up here. I'm sure he just got on the work bench and jumped. "Welcome to my world," she said, pulling on my wrist and we both laiddown on the ground. She had said this when I first arrived, but now ittook on a completely different meaning.We shared another little array of kisses, our hands feeling each other.The robes we wore came off easily and were tossed to the side. Nuzzlingher neck with my own kisses, I traced her frame, over her breasts, downher stomach and to her own private garden. As I kissed her privategarden, I also inhaled a little. From her. We've found the harm far outweighs any potential benefits."It took me a couple of seconds before I figured out what she meant bycorporal punishment. "So, how do you get 'em to do stuff then?" By teaching discipline, respect, and honesty." Discipline? I thought you said nobody got beat here."The head mistress slowly shook her head. "So many people seem tomisunderstand that word. Discipline is the process by which one learns tobehave in a socially acceptable manner. While punishment may be used. “Cum with me Sarah, you too Ben, now Honey, now. Do it for Sarah.” A short time later Ben and my man return from the showers, both looking refreshed, though I note their cocks are flaccid.Both have a bottle of oil in their hands and both commence smearing oil over each others’ chests to their obvious enjoyment with two naked women watching.Even before they apply oil to each others’ cock neither of them is flaccid anymore.“Love watching that Honey, love it, keep doing it,” Trish tells Ben as he.