I was going to be Saul's now, his 'bitch'. As he fucked me he swore that he would teach me to be his bitch, to live like a bitch. It had seemed so lus...y, so life grabbing that I had orgasmed immediately. Now, now in the morning, it meant something very deliberate, very considered and very certain. I didn't have to get rid of Robert, just as lomg as he didn't compete with Saul for my pussy. Robert was to learn to lick me, either to clean me up after Saul had coupled me or to arouse me for his. We stayed with her overnight so that she would be as comfortable as possible before we left. During the afternoon we had met her younger brother and sister when they arrived home from school, and that evening we had met her father. He was happy to see that his daughter was home again. She looked a little uncomfortable the first time that he hugged her, but she adapted quickly. When some comment or other was made about her not knowing something that she should, we used the excuse that she was. “Get undressed.”Rosie had seen me caned but was still in a state of shock and stood there, shaking her head.Mrs. Smith swished the cane across her skirt. “Get undressed, now, or I will give you 18 strokes.”Rosie quickly undressed and for the first time I got to see her beautiful breasts. They were full but incredibly pert and I just wanted to get hold of them again.I knew I had an erection but had no choice and removed my underpants. It sprang out rigid and throbbing. Both these women had seen. The world around me had changed, though. When I was younger, I remember seeing hunting parties of Shoshone stop at our house and speak with my father and mother. I found that they traded the meat from deer and buffalo, as well as various skins and hides, for the ability to live and hunt on the land unencumbered by anyone.They called my father Mick, but they called my mother ‘Kasadayvoq’. It was Shoshone for ‘Sky Spirit’ or Angel. They always spoke to my father with respect, man to man, but they.