Even as they walked next to each other, Joe and Lisa were distant. Lisawas aggravated, because she didn't find out what she wanted to know. Shewas no ...longer certain that Joe was gay. Maybe he just did not love heranymore. However, 'Joe' seemed to be warming up to the man in her body.She wondered if Ben was a better wife than she was. That thought hauntedher as she headed up the stairs to her temporary bedroom. Joe and Lisaboth fell asleep quickly after they slid into bed. Amanda and Ben could. The cane hissed through the air, hitting the slave’s legs.“Kneel,” Xavier boomed, making Cory jump.His master had never hit him. Threatened, yes, asserted dominance, yes. But he was not violent like this. He stared in stupefaction at his master’s eyes, shining with something new and frightful, as he continued to hit the slave, as much as the bars and the distance allowed, trying to make the male inside yield. But the slave stood still, only a small flinch in the muscles of his face being a sign. With balls hanging low under the weight of their seed and his pink red apple shaped knob glistening with the leaking of his own juices he would position her where he would have maximum control - on her knees and elbows asking her to dip her back and to spread her knees thus causing the fullsome moons of her mature arse to fall outwards displaying before him her most endearing qualities from stem to stern the full length of her puffy pads with the weeping slit that divides them. As she presents. " Willow sat back on her heels and looked at Page."The goal of the lesson was not to teach you to walk with good posture but to walk in a way that serves a purpose. Posture serves the purpose. The heels and the stride serve the purpose. The words serve the purpose. Now I tell you to clean my shoes and you attack them like a bowl of dog chow. The actions must serve the purpose."Take off your shoe."Willow removed her right shoe and held it out to Page. Page did not take the shoe, but uncrossed.