I was concerned now as Abigale and my future, Jane had total control overme.In the shower, feeling the warm water, when Jane and I showered together,s...e always liked her breast felt, and so with my painted nails I pinchedso lightly each of my breast in turn, I nearly fell out of the shower, itfelt nice.Maybe, maybe a positive to the situation I was in, I felt a light hadturned on so to speak, when back home I loved masturbating while fullydressed as a women now being Abigale, I thought of the. Frequently some of the locals came and hunted or fish on our land. There was a large creek that ran thru the back portion of our acreage. The men were usually large rough looking men, in jeans or overalls and were always real friendly. They would stop by the house and inform us that they would be out in our woods for several days. It was just on one of those occasions that this story takes place. There were four of them, planning to fish. Only two of them were locals, the other two were much. "I won't let anything happen to them," I promised her. "And thank youfor the welcome. We'll try not to be a burden on you or your husband."She smiled slightly, and I guessed that she wasn't happy that herhusband had rented out their house."Come on, Sarah," Dad said when he realized that we may have overstayedour welcome with her. "Let's go get you ready for shooting."I nodded and Dad and I followed as Darrin led us back out the door. Iwas led over to a trailer where I saw a familiar face. A small smile of triumph broke across LadyBurtons lips. Another short pause allowed Allan to regain some sort ofcomposure. Lady Burton took this opportunity to examine Allan's swiftlyreddening backside. Apparently satisfied with her work so far shereturned to her position and preceded to lay six more strokes in quicksuccession on to Allan's defenceless rump. So swift were the blows thatAllan's screams merged into one long shriek of pain. Again Lady Burtonpaused and waited for Allan to return to.