Knowing what I do now, how could I have blamed him? His daughter was dead, had been dead for days. My body had been blessed with all the ceremonies of...the Church, but the circumstances under which I died were strange and frightening. Then he opened the door and found what he could have only assumed was a demon in my form.God, if I could have caught a glimpse of myself standing in that doorway I would have been terrified also. I was streaked with dirt and dust from the tomb. The white dress I. ” I was almost too shocked as I stammered out my appreciation before the cane resumed its slow measured beat across Mistress Julia’s backside, easily visible welts raising themselves angrily. I counted loudly, choking back my own sobs, wanting to rush over to her, to comfort her pain, her distress. Finally, I counted off ‘Five!’, the sounds of pains felt by us both forming another bond between us. Master dragged my out of my room, leaving Mistress Julia to mull over her actions that. That works. Deluge. Out of the ordinary but not too strange. Deluge. I like it James. Deluge it is.'With our safe word now picked out and both of us actually kind of tired, we fell asleep. I slept like a baby as did Shelly. In the morning we showered, picked up what little stuff we had laying around and checked out.Driving home, I took us by that bar where Shelly would be another man's slut on Friday. For forty-eight hours she would be under the control of a stranger with a huge cock. I was. Soon I see that you have a smoothly shaven pussy. I keep spanking you, sometimes wrapping my finger into your crack and let my fingertips contact your vulva. I get harder than ever, and my cock begins to ooze. Your pussy is beginning to open and you have a bulging clit too. I can't take it anymore, I stop spanking you and drop to my knees. I place my arms under your thighs and wrap them up to the small of your back. I bury my nose up the crack of your ass and start kissing your.