It was just her inbred prejudices: distrust of a language she stumbled through with the grace of a wounded elephant, suspicion of men who were differe...t from those she was used to, loneliness for the sight of a symbol of authority and law and order--like a solidly real cop in a blue uniform walking down the street twirling his nightstick.Could she forgive herself for letting Fran go by herself? Of course not? She laughed uneasily. "All right, Fran. We'll go. But not alone!" Who do you suggest. .days..Master." "That's right. 175 days you've lied to me. And you're going to count for each and everyone of them with 'I'm sorry, Master.'" Normally when he 'disciplined' me with his whip, I would tighten up my butt to ease the pain. But this time there was no use. He would start over if I did. Crack! "I'm sorry Master!" That's for the first day." Crack! "I'm sorry Master!" Two." Crack! "I'm sorry Master!"It kept going until we reached One hundred and seventy five. My ass burned. Tears were. Not that it bothered Ty. He seemed overly pleased by it, in fact."When you said you had after lunch plans, I had no idea the trouble you intended to get into," I told him from my vantage about ten feet to the east of the sailboat. I treaded water and glared up at him from where he'd unceremoniously thrown me overboard and into the cold water. My nipples shrank to tight, almost painfully hard eraser tips."It was nothing," he said modestly. "You just looked so smokin' hot that I knew I had to. That catches all the cum." The what?" When he comes, all the liquid gets caught there. You'll see." Emma flipped the condom over and unrolled it with both hands over his stiff cock. His cock jerked with her movements, swelling even more as her tiny fingers worked their way to the base, the veins bulging along the length and against the fine membrane of protection. Lauren thought that he wasn't as big as Jim but probably the same size as her brother. Instantly, a sense of deja vu hit her and.