„About another couple of days, I reckon. To get her spot on. Position Number 2, slave.“Diana sprang to her feet, straddled her tighs wide and bent...over to touched her toes.„Better,“ saif Miss Juliette, sawing the switch across the girl`s flinching nates. She smiled at me.„Does she give you the impression she is trying to avoid a caning thids evening?“„She certainly is,“ I replied. In view of some of the canings I`d seen handed out, that was not surprising! „Whats the next stage?“„Cock. ‘We’re in here.’ Dave spun around to see this. Jeannie came into the living room carrying a tray of beers and snacks. Dave’s jaw dropped as he saw this woman who had called his friend master walk in, in heels and a skimpy, see through outfit that looked like it was from a 70’s vision of ancient Persia. She was Asian, about 5’4′, in her 30s. Her big, almond eyes were set on high cheek bones surrounded by perfect skin. Her plump lips were bent in a playful smile. She was curvy, not fat, but. She had been waving a leafy branch as we rode in, claiming the sacred right of parley. In all cultures at the time, it was too dishonorable for words for someone to attack anyone waving such a symbol. Alice only had to hold up the arrow in one hand and the leafy branch in the other hand to cause a swell of rage to build up within the crowd of nomads who were watching us as we rode into their camp. Before Alice or I could say anything, the crowd had attacked the shooter and had literally torn. "Sara dug in her backpack only to find a sexy, black little nighty thatshe decided to throw in at the last second."Here. Put this on and stop complaining." But this a nightly." Yes, and you are a 'girl,' so what's the problem?"Ally reluctantly put on the nighty. It helped a little, but the silkynylon just made him horny.He reached over to fondle Sara who was trying to sleep."Ally, what are you doing? I don't sleep or have sex with girls. I not alesbian." But I'm not a girl." Oh, I forgot that.