Maybe this is why Daium had come here, had searched for her sister. For she had doubted, had questioned, some of what Dad had said. But, only to herse...f.Now she had to answer for her crime.She paid no attention as soldiers and civilians parted around them. The world no longer existed. All her mind could do was replay her sister's words, over, and over...Her movement stopped. Eyes closed, she noticed that. Her mind attached no meaning to the event, but the words it heard started to wake some. All the forces on this earth were not enough to stop the damn from breaking. While I was kneeling before his seated figure, and in a very low hesitant voice, I called him "White Master." He remained quiet. I repeated "White Master." He ordered me to lick his dick through his underwear and I did so with joy. He smell a perfectly all natural sweetness that required no cologne, deodorant or body spray. I couldn't understand how he could smell so good like a tall glass of milk. by this point, I had. I feel him getting comfortable playing with the reins and crutch strap. Matt pulls right and I have no choice but to turn my head right as the bit cuts into my right cheek and the back of my jaw even harder, then he pulls left testing how my neck reacts to the changing tensions. He pulls both back and I look up to the sky. There are no words spoken until the silence is broken by a loud crack and an instantaneous feeling of fire in my rump, he has used the mini bull whip (snake whip) without. After a long pause, Mr. Walters looked at Cindy, "Miss Cynthia, we have a problem. This is a communications class. I am the teacher and you are the student.,,, Do you understand?" Cindy just grinned and said, "yeah, sure." Mr. Walters walked over to Cindy's desk and slammed his fist down hard. Cindy jumped and sat upright. "You will address me as Mr. Walters or Sir, Understand?" Cindy looked down and quietly said, "yes sir." Mr. Walters again slammed his fist down and yelled, "WHAT?" For the.