"I spoke to an elder today, and she told me that the people of theRiver decided that when the pulp mill was built in 1960, the peoplewould not let the...loggers clear the land. Instead they restrictedthem to certain areas, and then replanted the areas after they hadbeen cut down. This let the animals still have a place to live, andthose trees planted in the 60s are now being harvested. It keeps theplant open to this day, while Terrace Bay and other plants have beenclosed because there are no. It was so much more severe and painful than her one-stroke caning had been.She was determined not to cry. She was sixteen, nearly seventeen, a woman but tears leaked from her eyes.She then held out her left hand and the pain was even worse, she groaned and the tears flowed. She tried but couldn't hold them back and they flowed as the cane struck her palm. She let out a scream but held herself together well.Then it was over, her palms were on fire, the pain was something she would never, ever. You reach over and squeeze my breasts, young and firm in your large hands. The size of them on my frame makes your cock twitch and you imagine shooting your cum over them as you did last time. Seeing the drops of cum decorate my skin like strange pearls. "Show me your nipples, pet." "Yes, Sir."I pull back the cups to show my mocha areolas and hardening nipples. Unclipping my bra and pulling it down to improve your view."Play with them for me, pet." "Of course, Master."I circle them with my nail. Sue had a puzzled look about her but i soon put her straight. "I've got the house all to myself on Saturday and you are going to come and spend a few hours with me". She got the idea pretty quickly that if she did'nt agree i would be having a word or two with her husband and she would lose everything. The next two days seemed to take forever to come round but eventually Saturday arrived. I saw Sues car pull up outside and the very sight of her sent the blood rushing to my.