"That's right I forgot about that when you started going on setting up this silly bet. It's for you. It is a gift certificate from the place I got the...pantyhose from. That place was just too strange for words. It was run by this old man that I swear is an actual wizard. Supposedly everything in there was magical. Hey! Maybe that is how I am able to wear these when they are nowhere near sized for me, and how they feel like you're not even wearing them. They're magic."Joanne just laughed and. It took several hours to get them working as a team again.Next came flint and steel, then atl-atl throwers. Then we showed them candles and how charred cloth made firestarting almost a done deal. We showed them how to harvest salt from broad pans chipped into the rock just above the shoreline, where the sea-water would collect and evaporate time and time again, eventually yielding wonderful fluffy white crystalline salt. I showed a bunch of guys how to use a scraper to make a spoon out of a. ? But escape wasimpossible.? Alternating with the paddlesin her right and left hands, Mistress Maria waited for his gyrating hips tostop then zapped the head of his cock again, wait, hips stop, again.? Soon, his gyrating hips danced continuouslydesperately seeking sanctuary from the high voltage bite of the paddles.? Soon, Mistress only needed to chasefrantically bobbing cock with one paddle, holding the other still her slave?sattempts to escape one paddle would inevitably swing his cock. Nancy stood in the doorway to the den, watching her daughter working. ‘Ben must be a very good teacher,’ she mused. ‘Nobody’s ever gotten Dawn this interested in schoolwork before.’ While Dawn worked, Nancy went into the living room, sat down, and read a book. Much later, Dawn walked into the living room. ‘I’m going to bed, now, Mom,’ she said. ‘I love you.’ ‘I think I’ll go to bed, too, honey,’ Nancy said. She put her book down, stood up, turned off the lights, and followed her daughter.