For the third – or was it the fourth – time, by Anh struggling and writhing in his arms."Annie ... Annie, precious ... ANNIE!"She jerked in his ar...ms. He couldn't see in the dark of the cabin, but her eyes were open, and she was waking up."Annie, my love ... Annie, speak to me ... Annie, I love you..." he kept talking, quietly, soothingly and lovingly until she went limp, then clung to him, not sensually, but a terrified child desperate for comfort and safety."Terry? Terry, darling – such a. I slide my finger down the length of your delicate lips. I trace it in circles slowly. You begin to whimper and rock forward trying to get my finger to pierce into your velvety layer. I spin you on my lap so that we are almost spooning while sitting together on the floor. I begin to bite your neck harder and harder while I drag my finger tips in tight circles over your clit. You start to gasp in pleasure and I reach my other hand around your body and pull you close. With you pressed tightly. ‘Have you ever really felt him?’ She still couldn’t get the sound of her voice or the words she had whispered out of her head. She sipped at her latte, her head bobbing with the beat as she drove along with the traffic. Go. Stop. Go. Bumper to bumper all the way there, she knew exactly how it would be. The latte was good, it was always good. She licked her upper lip to make sure she had no froth upon it. ‘Have you ever really felt him?’ It was not a long drive but it was tedious as there were. "Now I've given you the paddle before, correct?" I say."Yes ma'am," Sara says. "It really hurt, and I learned my lesson." Well the paddle may have hurt, but this time I feel you need something a little worse."I can see the fear in her eyes. She is dreading what is going to happen next."Yes, Sara, this time, I'm giving you the cane," I say.Sara is absolutely terrified. This is her first time getting the cane, and she is never going to forget it."Ye-e-es, ma'am," Sara says. She is too nervous to.