Mr. Walters squeezed her wrist hard and Cindy continued down exposing her young pussy. Mr. Walters guided her over his knees until her bare ass was hi...h in the air. Cindy tried to protect herself with her hands and Mr. Walters simply said, "Every time you do that, there will be ten more." He began spanking her bare bottom hard as she squirmed and tried to get away. Mr. Walters stopped her punishment and asked, "Are we beginning to communicate yet?" Cindy replied out of breath.,, "Yes Sir." Mr.. "What's Cassie tappin'?" It could be the mesa. A line runs right under it, and mesas were frequent gathering places for many Native American tribes. There could be a cache of spiritual energy that's helped fuel her--" That's it," Cassie said in a small voice, staring straight ahead with shimmering eyes.Debby paused. She already felt the context was wrong by a single glance at her troubled psychic aura. "That's only a theory, Cassie. I'd have to do some research to see what tribes were--" I. Burnside told Amy to bring a suitcase of her clothes. Wendy would be allowed out of the house in about two weeks, if everything was going well. She would be allowed to see her suitcase, and would know that her life would begin to return to normal shortly. Amy went over to Burnside’s house the evening before Mardi Gras. Wendy answered the door, standing behind it to not be visible to the street. She sadly looked Amy in the eyes, but did not say anything. It shocked Amy to have her friend right. “Oh, yes, I can feel you do like this,” she said. “So wet and moist!” I was embarrassed and didn’t really understand. But her finger started sliding back and forth through my slippery lips. My legs parted, seemingly on their own, and all I could do was think about how good it felt. But how could this be? I was being punished! Spanked! And now my Aunt was rubbing my private parts and it felt good! It was soooooo confusing. Her finger slipped out and ranged back to my bum.