" Do you want your arse caned by a woman... by me?" No, no... I." Well, I don't care what you want. I am going to buy a cane and use it on you you wor...hless piece of shit."Being caned by Helen was what Peter had wanted for years but he had been too afraid or too embarrassed to ask.His prick had deflated slightly and Helen ordered him out of the chair and she put her large arse on it and after one more look atwhat was playing onscreen shut that site down and Googled 'canes'. Peter looked over. Certainly not the Daffney, Kane introduced too him. Nothing… just cold. She lied, hoping it would convince him. He smirked, then quickly hooked the ring on the leather coller around her neck with one finger, and pulled her close. Why are you lying to the Undertaker? He growled. She could feel his ice cold breath on her cheek. Im not lying! She said trying not to show intimidation. His voice became softer, and Mark let out a low laugh, smiling as he let go of his little pet. Its ok… Im not going. "You're here for the tour retreat, I'm assuming," the lady said.Christine grabbed the tickets from her purse. "Yep, I've got the tickets right here. We're very excited about it." Are those things coming too?" the lady asked, looking at our pile of stuff."Of course, why?"The lady had a confused look. "Well, I'm not sure why you'd be needing all that. Do you know what kind of tour this is?" A couples retreat, right?" my sister replied."Yes, but, what's inside the luggage?"My sister looked equally. " To borrow Donna's word, that's the difference between impossible, and three minutes faster than impossible. I don't think it matters."The car had been parked 0.6 miles from the turnaround, making it a 1.2-mile round trip back to it, much farther than the distance the girls normally ran with me. They were having to push themselves hard to keep up with me, so even before we reached the turnaround I said, "Wait for me here, and I'll go to the turnaround and back here alone." They readily agreed,.