I drove into her mind, seeking the source of the problem but something shoved me back out. By the time I shook off the effect and caught my breath aga...n, she lay still."No! No no no no no no no no!" I ripped the blindfold off and her eyes were wide open and blank. Oddly enough, I found her mark. It was a small star next to her right eye. And it was gray.Everyone surged forward. Erin asked, "What's wrong?"I held my hand out to her. "Take my hand, ground me here."She took my hand and knelt next. "Please, stop," shemurmured. "I can't take any more." I have no doubt but that you would like me to stop," he replied sternly,"but I have not yet reached the predetermined number of strokes, and Iwould be amiss in my husbandly responsibilities if I were to spare youthe rod prematurely." He ran the cane over the curve of her bottom in aloving and caressing manner that, he knew, she would find intimidating inthe extreme, promising, as the gesture did, further punishment to follow."Please," she. Her light brown hair was dripping wet and hanging around her face as the hot water sprayed down on her. But that wasn't the half of it... Mounted behind her and clutching at her sides was a golden Labrador retriever slowly humping her. He was all hunched over her back, head straight out, his hips rhythmically pounding against her. Her breasts swung around in circles as she rocked to his rhythm. The water sprayed down on both of them, soaking them completely. Cathy's grunting and panting could. ”“Wow ... To come back from the brink like that. You said you were nine when she was born. That would make Carla about my age.”“A couple years younger,” Glenn replied.“You said she had reassignment therapy. Has she had surgery?”“No. By the way, that’s something you should never ask a trans person unless you know them really well. It would be like me on a first date asking you if you had a labiaplasty. Carla is living in a nice house with her lesbian partner Wendy.”“Glenn, my head just exploded..