I did the same.I took a shower, cleaned the floor, and removed that panty and bra crawled to his room like a bitch. He then taped my mouth. And starte... spanking me. It was too hard but my voice wasn’t coming out. I was on all four getting my spanks on each butt 10 -10.After the spanking, he brought ropes (It was very soft). I knew what I have to do now. He said, “Get ready bitch.” I did the same. Tied my self like I was doing whole week now with threads. But he made it tighter. He then clicked. Perhaps we’re looking for shark’s teeth or messages in bottles or sand dollars. The sky is clear with a few puffy clouds that float on the lazy breeze, we can see the world’s end if we look hard enough. I stop and pretend to look at something in the sand so you’ll get ahead of me, I savor the sway of your hips and the way your ass moves under the thin fabric of your bikini. I can feel my swim suit get a little tighter as I think about running my hand up your long legs to find that warm, moist. For awhile Warren just sat there. Then his head shot up as he remembered having woken up to the sound of yelling, which had to be his sister, who had to be talking to their mom. Curious about what they might be talking about, Warren cringed in anger, setting off the sting in his forehead that stopped time. He then stood up and walked out of his room.It wasn't long after standing up that Warren realized how badly he had to piss. Leaving his room, he went to the bathroom, pulled the seat up, then. Diyari are east of the lake.”“Are they not related languages?”“You know much.”“Not enough. I have come to learn.”“I see you have your swag. For how long will you stay?”“How well do you see the future?”“Well enough to know that you will take a room, wash, eat and come to talk more. I am Thomas.”“Sam.”“There is more.”“Yes.”Sam went inside where “just call me Trevor” told him where the rooms were and gave him a key. “Dinner’s at six.”“Right.”“Welcome to William Creek.”“Thank you.”It was still.