Sorting through it took a few minutes. For the first time in his life, he was pleased to see bills. They distracted him for a few seconds and reminded... him that life had to go on.He went into the living room and sat down in his chair. The rocking chair across the room from him reminded him of how he had watched Karen breastfeed Robert. It reminded him of how he had felt at the time.The tears that followed didn’t stop for hours.The situation screen at the head of the room showed a map completely. He held her hands moving her arms forward until they were near his cock. He was waiting for her to take hold of it. She starred down for a moment then decided to pull her hands away from his while taking hold of the elastic area and gentle tugged the boxers down his legs.She tugged at the material and bent her legs as she wiggled them down his legs. His shaft sprung free almost hitting her nose as she stood back up looking into his eyes. She was too nervous to look back down at his cock.She. Annalisa opened the door, discretely, and a dark shade entered the room. The person who had entered was short, and moved suspiciously: he purposefully kept to the dark. She held his hands, lovingly; being taller than him, she looked like a teacher taking care of her brat. They mumbled something one to the other, I could tell she was comforting him, and trying to put him at ease.- You don't have to afraid, honey! – she said, with a higher voice, maybe so I could hear. – I trust this doggy, it's. "Rabinya!," says Neena brightly, "We are ready to begin!" She stands quite close to me, stroking the back of my neck as I lay stretched out across the punishment horse. "First, tell me why you should be caned?" Because slaves have to be reminded of their place and because I asked a question." Yes and no, rabinya. You are right, yes, slaves need to be reminded of their place but no, you are not being punished because you asked a question. You are being caned because you did not trust your Owner.