Then I’m moving to Mexico.’ I handed the phone to Maria. ‘Tell him what happened.’ I ordered. She told Pete what had happened, and answered a ...couple of simple questions. Then I hung up. ‘This isn’t the way to Mexico.’ Maria said as we headed north on the interstate. ‘Nope, but we ain’t going to Mexico.’ I told her. ‘We’re going to Canada.’ ‘But that’s crazy.’ she protested. ‘That’s halfway across the country!’ ‘That’s why I pointed all clues to us heading South. No one will think about us. "Is Tess home?" Cheryl asked."No. She's shopping down in the U.S. for the weekend and won't be back until late Sunday." Why I told Cheryl the truth, I'm not sure. Guess I really wanted Cheryl to control me.Again fortunately, we had underground parking, but Cheryl parked her car on the lowest level and furthest from the elevators. She did allow me to pull up my pants but denied me any anal relief. Walking was slow and extremely difficult. She expressed her disappointment not to meet anyone as we. She doesn't give any encouragement or praise either." No," said Serena sadly. "It's such a pity because she's a very good horsewoman and basically a very nice person. She's taught me lots in the relatively short time I've been there and she doesn't interfere when I'm instructing although she has said that she thinks I'm too soft on them. Don't worry. I'm well aware of her shortcomings and thought you'd pick up on them. I won't become like her, I promise." I'm sure you won't and I hope you don't. Sometimes I wish she’d just gag me so I can whimper and get away with it, but that wouldn’t make it as fun for her. She drags the whip up and down my thighs, telling me what a nasty whore I am for soaking through my thong at the mere thought of what’s to come. I bite my tongue to keep from moaning in response. I try not to feed the fire. She rubs my clit through my thong with her whip and I shiver against it, a hard smack across my pussy sets it on fire and I gasp in response. She reaches up.