"I don't think the court would allow a full bullwhip or anything like that on a woman, but a cane or a flogger or perhaps a wide belt would qualify fo...r a CASEY reduction to your sentence." Casey?" she asked."Constitutionally Approved Slave Equivalent Years," her lawyer explained. "For example, if you were publically caned with say 46 strokes, one for each count of aiding terrorism, that might take a year's equivalent dollar amount off your sentence." A year!" Bill exclaimed. "You let me set up. He was directly behind me, and as he leaned forward and reached just over my head to get the wine glass, I felt an enormous presence between my still dripping pussy lips. With very little effort it slipped easily into my panty-less pussy, and I realized immediately that Ben was using the motion of reaching for the wine glass to impale me on his huge erection. I managed to keep my elbows on the wet bar counter, and my smile in place, although I’m my eyebrows shot up a bit. Ben took the glass. "The burly, black chief of police regarded the councillor across the imposing expanse of Mark's desk. It was strange how the white man's complacency about the wild dog pack had melted away in the last week and The Councillor, slated to be the next state senator, was pushing to raise the reward on the dog pack leader's head to fifty thousand. That was fine with Clete, for he fully intended to be the one to bag that dog's hide and use the money to buy him and his young bride Nancy a new home and. And all she got out of it was a few more years of youth, at the price of losing everything, and having to go through puberty again. As a boy. After dinner, Nancy and Dan were forced to clean up, each glaring at the other, at their "parents" and wondering what they were going to do. What kind of future did they have? Nancy was kind of glad to not have to cook dinner, and clean the house, but losing those responsibilities also left her feeling as if she had no identity either. Being.