Made of many strands like the flogger, except that the tips of each one ended in a knot. Janet knew that this would mark Myra and hurt with each strok...e."I'll try the whip, instead," chose Janet."Good choice," said Lauren, handing her a slender coiled whip."Do you, Myra, accept my discipline?" asked Janet, standing in front of her captive."Yes, Mistress," said Myra."Than kiss the handle, and thank me for what you are about to receive," ordered Janet.Myra did as she was instructed, and thanked. “Please let me kill her, master. I want to feel this one die,” Krista pleaded with me. “No. She deserves to live.” Krista pouted but pulled Marina's unresponsive body to the surface. I climbed out of the pool and dragged the drowned one up onto the marble floor. Placing my hands between her unmoving breasts I pumped her ribcage, then put my lips to hers and breathed life into her lungs. I pumped her chest again and she coughed up water and semen. Gasping hungrily for air, life returned to her. "The problem is," he told her when she'd brought the question up to him, "That with elections every other year you could take a majority off council every year, and it would be a lot simpler to change a majority. Alton told me once that there were times in the past when things might get so stirred up that they had factions who tried to take council over to grind their own axes. Having so much time between filing and the election helps prevent that, and elections every year means the change. What's at the beach?" It's a surprise."I smiled. "Okay, but what about my mother?"Maria broke free and spun around. "We'll take her."We had stopped going to the beach after Dad died. It wasn't easy making the trip with Mom."Okay, after breakfast or lunch?" Breakfast. It's a long walk. Go get your mother."I returned to the shed. Mom was where I had left her the previous night. Lying naked on her tarp. I nudged the inside of her thigh; she spread her legs. Remnants of dried cum clung to her pussy.