Come show me, like, what you did there, please." Amber, skeptical, closed the door and walked over to me. "Kimmy? Are you kidding me?" "Fuck no, Amber..., sit on my face, like, make me your pussy-pleaser," I begged, my conscience far back in my mind screaming to shut up, but was ignored by my heated cunt and my hunger to come. "You seriously want to do this?" Amber asked, the look in her eyes telling me she had considered this before. "Yes, Amber, I must obey, I must lick you, I must obey," I. Now.”It was pointless to try to deny it, if Anthony wanted to cane her, he would. If she refused she would never see him again. She had to obey every whim and question those whims only when it was part of the game, usually she got a clue as to when it was a game.“ Yes Sir” she said beginning to unbutton her shirt.A caning from Anthony was something of a game, it was played-- no -- performed under strict rules. Anthony enjoyed caning her so much that he feared that his heightened awareness would. Her increasing arousal would wake her then she would slip back under until another stimulating event flashed thru her mind.Due to the noise of the shallow rushing river, Rhonda did not hear the huge 210 pound Old English Mastiff slowly wading the river to her...Slowly, Rhonda became aware of a slow licking sensation on her leg, suddenly, realizing this was not a dream and opening her eyes, Rhonda started pulling her legs up and in but stopped when she saw a massive beast at her leg towering. Oddly it was me that noticed her bemusement."Paula, this is Teresa or Terry, if she likes you. Teresa works with us at the office." I turned to Terry and continued the introduction. "Teresa, this is Paula, my late wife's twin sister."We could all see the light bulb flash on. "Ah! That goes a long way to explain this weird conversation."There followed the usual conversation between people who knew of each other through mutual friends but were meeting for the first time. I sat back with my coffee.