She’ll be able to hear muffled noises, and make out a bit of the light if I turned it on, but that’s about it. She starts waking up about a minute...later, and I wait.Right off the bat she tries yelling for help. I let her get to ‘He-‘before pressing the ‘correction’ button on the dog training collar. The blonde thrashed, her voice shocked out of her by the electrodes on the collar. Now she’s bawling, and I don’t bother with her for that.Ten minutes later, she gets her second shock for the same. " Shh," he rumbled, as she turned to him and pressed her face between his chin and collarbone. "It's a ... what do you call it? An interlude, I think for all of us, and we're all pretty grateful for it. Thanksgiving wasn't ... Don't look the gift horse in the mouth. Next year will probably make up for it," and she heard the amusement in his voice."Gunny, I love you," she told him.Later, after the roast that Harry and Barb had brought over the day before was served, the large gathering spreading. In the heat of this tiny room, her aroma was strong, heady, and sexual, enough to make my head spin.I grabbed her and tried pushing my tongue inside her. Her tongue was the best I ever tasted. My sexual aroma could no longer be in my hand when she reciprocated back. She had the yummiest tongue I could have ever tasted. My upper layer of the tongue was playing with her lower layer of the tongue.With her messy hairs, I moved down to her collar neck and started tasting her. My jaan Shru groaned. And wore betide me if 'Ski got even a glimpse of the manly parts betweenmy legs! If my apron flipped up a bit or if I forgot to keep my thighstightly together and she saw my cock or balls, 'Ski would grab a stickand begin caning the offending part--and she didn't stop until her armgot tired, by which time I was a sobbing, slobbering, pain-wrackedwretch!It was after one of these awful beatings that June came home from workto find me curled up on the floor, groaning in pain."You poor thing," she.