.. that’s it...” Whap! Another perfect stroke. Amy remained silent. Mrs Dupree took aim and landed the third in the crease between the buttocks ...and the legs. Still no sound came from Amy’s lips. “Last one!” Mrs. Dupree announced as she landed a blow diagonally across the first two. Mrs. Dupree felt for Amy. Even through the panties and tights the caning must have been agonising. “You may stand up now!” Amy turned to Mrs. Dupree with tears in her eyes and her lips curling. “M... May I have. François was busy cleaning tack as I harnessed the Percherons.“I did not think an English milord would be able to plough a field as well as you do.”He said.I explained I was a farmer’s son and had learned to plough at eight years old.He nodded. “Aye, you have to start young. Matilde’s father, Abel Gance, was our ploughman, and he was a good one. He and I, and Mimi and Chloe’s father, Jean Renoir, were conscripted together. Abel was killed at our first battle—Austerlitz.”“What about Jean, I. To me initiallythere was nothing sexual aboutit. Quite simply comfort, andsomething to look forward to.Now when my father wasaround, maybe Buck moreintuitive then I, he’d keep hisdistance from me. Yet when we’dgo into the fields, barn or downby the creek, and always whenmy father wasn’t home it wouldalways start the same. A nuzzlehere, or a lick there, Buck quiteoften taking to bathing my bodyfully I quickly gaining a penchantfor having my armpits, bottomand especially my feet bathed. Tome. So she's undergone a series of various medical treatments to change her body." She looks fantastic." Dare you to give her a twenty."Bill laughed it off. "No thanks. I've got a girlfriend. Wouldn't want the dancer to get the wrong idea." Please. Do you have any idea how many bills get stuffed in her G-string every night? She probably won't even notice your face." Even so..."Ken said, "Is little Billie afraid?" I am not!" Maybe you're worried about what Lillith will say? And what would your girl.