I can't tell if it's in my imagination or not, but my pussy dampens even more. "Hello?" "Huh? Oh me, um, Cassidy..." I blurt, jolted from my fantasy. ...he same fantasy I always have as soon as she gets on the same train, same cart... every day. I try to keep my eyes off of her lips as I clench my legs closed. They look so soft and inviting. Soo drool worthy. "Can I call you Cassie?" she asks, that thick accent and those soft lips almost make me cum. "Yeah sure... What's your name?" I ask trying. How many strokes was the punishment?”“Six Mistress.”“Ah yes, six of the best, the traditional punishment for naughty boys. Could you please count them for me, and woe betide you if you forget? Ready?”“Yes, Mistress.”The cane left my sight and I soon felt it pressed against my bottom it tapped me a couple of times and then I heard it woosh. It struck the centre of both of my buttocks. It was not hard, but I certainly felt the stroke.“One, Thank You, Mistress,” I remembered to say.More tapping. Again Shelby was in charge and she felt the older girl gently caressing her ass. What the hell is going on, Amber thought, scared by this turn of events. Shelby gently pulled her ass cheeks apart. “Such a tight little asshole,” she murmured stroking her rosebud.Amber jolted as something cold was squirted onto her asshole. “What are you doing?” she cried out, getting genuinely concerned.The girls only laughed as she felt something pressing at her asshole.. At this point I had totally broken down and was crying my eyes out. Bates came over to me, I say what do I do now, Bates says you will need to contact a funeral home and make arrangements for her once her body is released. Then he asks is there anyone that can come over and help you out, I look at him and say yes Linda your sister. He says oh my god you’re that James Miller! Bates pulls out his phone and calls Linda and says you need to get over to your bosses house, his wife was shot and.