She writhed again and cursed into the ball gag but knew that the only thing he heard was an incoherent jumble of unintelligible sounds. She remembered... him telling her at some point in their conversation that although it was a sound he enjoyed, he much preferred hearing her screams when he hurt her. But he had explained to her that he couldn't risk that in a hotel with her. There would be other times for that. In barns and dungeons and wide open spaces. The blows of his cane continued to rain. Most of her students had seen her over the years at the beach, and she made no secret she liked to strut her stuff.I didn’t notice at first, but when I did, I became extremely jealous and angry. She was wearing the leather collar that I threw down on the ground the night before. She was wearing MY collar.“So, are you a slave now?” I asked her with vitriol in my voice.Candy’s mother didn’t look up, and she didn’t answer me.“Okay, so you are all going to pretend I don’t exist?” I waved my arms. "All I could do was blush, I tried to say something to the contrary butno sound would come out. I was actually proud of the way that Debbie hadmade me look. I wouldn't admit it to Debbie or my sisters but I did likethe look.Don't get the wrong impression here though. I was not at that pointgiving in to what was happening so much as I was curious to see wherethis all would lead. Debbie wanted me in dresses, Karin wanted me alldolled up, and Susan believed that I belonged in therapy. They. "The archery game?" we all asked back, looking confused again."Yes. All the ladies this time have to lay on the grass with their bottoms off. Then we have to hold open our pussies, before one guy stands in front of each of us, and all they have to do is wank off as quickly as they can, and get as much cum in our pussies as they can. The most cum wins!" my mother then explained eagerly."Sounds good to me!" replied my father.So, eagerly the ladies got up out of their seats and moved over to the.