Waking up first wasn’t very important at the moment. I thought about Dana’s memories, especially her visions. How did she know that the person in ...er visions was me? She didn’t see my face. For that matter, the visions were like the memories I had experienced: from the perspective of whom they were about.I looked at my hands. I didn’t have any distinguishing marks. I hadn’t been wearing anything in the visions that I could tell. So, how did she know? For that matter, how did I know? I could. They even started without me, probably hoping to entice me to join them--which I did, enthusiastically.Day 4Shortly after leaving our quarters this morning, I met the man bringing the sinew and horn. After paying him, I thanked him and warned that I would need much more in the future. As I finished hitching the mules to the cart, my four employees arrived. Since they had left everything on the cart when they finished last night, we headed out. I had no idea how to drive a cart hitched to mules,. I licked her virginal inner thighs tasting the lines of juice already descending from her inner core. I could taste the devastating rightness of the tantalizing fragrance of her sex. Shamelessly, I licked the juices from the dampened hair covering her pussy and enjoyed the fresh taste of her young girl female juices. I realized that this was a special girl. She was my only step-sister whom I had only just met and that we had a special bond that ordinary males and females did not have. I was. Naughty girls who fail to demonstrate through their sensible behavior must be corrected young lady!”“Okay, what are you suggesting auntie?”“I am suggesting that young ladies who show their ass in public and forgo using good judgment, merit, no strike that deserves a major spanking!’Marti in horror tried to absorb what her aunt has just suggested.“You can’t be serious auntie, a spanking, really I am too old for a spanking!” her voice rising in pitch with fear.“Is that so Marti, so you are too.