Keeping up the pretence, he made Honey greet him like a long lost lover. He made her greet him at the door, and give him a long passionate kiss, then... made her do it again but this time with her hands on his cock. Then after a fervent French kissing section on the bed in which he got his hands straight onto her tits and milked her as he kissed her then as ordered, she was dragged over his knee, and had to wait while he admired her bottom before turning it a red colour.She grinned as she watched. He pulled out of her slowly, which sent another ripple of guilty pleasure through her, "Why I declare. Miss Sullivan. I had no idea that was you hollorin' and carryin' on." He grinned as he buttoned his fly. "You ought ta be mo' discrete, you know, being as how you engaged to my Daddy an' all." You son of a bitch!" she curled into a ball, pulling her shirt down as far as she could over her legs, "How could you? Get the fuck away from me!" Oh don't mind me, I'm just passing by. Got me a cruise. Then I figured it out that my body didn't have to actually be involved in my sticking around. Upon the death of my physical body, by whatever means, my essence, and/or my consciousness, and/or my spirit and/or my soul would be drawn to the nearest recently deceased adolescent body.I would then be able to scan the body to see if the injuries could be handled by my healing abilities. If not, I could allow myself to be drawn to the next nearest, and so on, and so on until I found one I wanted to. Her hands had been strapped with leather straps to the bar, then her clothes were ripped off of her. The blue collar had tears in her eyes, the fear was written all over her face but she definitely shouted “ well come on then what have you got to offer, little dick, I ran away cause I knew I could get fucked somewhere else by someone better,“ Their master stood behind the girl, leather strap in hand and a grin on his face. He swung and she heard the crack before she felt the pain. The blue.