"What do you mean, me?" It's English, Michael, a simple declarative sentence. Follow me," and I followed her into our bathroom and she got her shaving...stuff out of the cabinet.I guess I'm shaving my sister's legs up around her butt. She bent over and pulled the suit's leg holes away so I could get under the area where her suit would normally be and I lathered her and carefully (very) shaved off all the hair I could see. I must admit that when I wiped my fingers across her rear and back legs. Auuch? This time he hit weaker but the taming oftheir teacher was cheering the students up. ?Do you prefer another hit with the cane or a soft fondling of your privates? ??touch me..? came a low answer. It raised applause. Gunter thoroughly fondled her cunt. Her soft and wet parts appealed to himand after some heavy massage she was unknowingly opening her legs to grantbetter access. ?Come on, Miss Gunn, show us some of your brains and climb on your table? shouteda female voice followed by other. “Yes Sir, I mean no Sir,” she stumbles “ I didn’t, I can’t think why”. I decide to let her sweat out the last few minutes. “Minx, you will not leave this table until I am finished with my dinner.” She looks slightly defeated and accepts my orders. I continue at my slow pace, prolonging her evident agony until the last bite is taken and her head droops with fatigue.She hops into bed and I make my way in due course, letting her accept that what has happened is merely a fluke. Her weariness has. Hauling the boat trailer, which was chained to a tree in the yard, could eat up the gas. There was also a horse trailer, of all things, in the yard. I would be willing to bet that it too would eat into the gas mileage. It was nowhere near aerodynamic.I drove off Saturday morning with none of those thoughts. I just knew the gas tank was full and I was glad. I was considering what to buy as I drove toward New Hope. I had no idea what choices I would be presented. A convertible or dune buggy.