Needless tosay it was a bad time for her. My wife and I wanted to help her getback on her feet so we offered to let her stay as long as she liked. Kar...en was my wife's sister, a petite blonde with smallishbreasts but a tight little butt that filled out blue jeans deliciously.She was so different from Mary, my wife of seven years, who had largebeautiful breasts and perhaps a little too much ass. Karen also had fardifferent sexual needs than my wife. Mary wanted sex three or four times a month. When my master saw him he asked, "How many strokes do you suppose I should give the girl?" I am only a humble servant, Sir, but, I think you should punish her severely for defying your previous orders. I believe anything less than 12 strokes would be far too lenient, Master." Very well then. While you were retrieving the cane, the gardener told me that you were the one who hid the tins in the maid's laundry basket. Since you recommended that I give her 12 strokes, that is the number that you. She offered them to Fawn who tried to refuse them, but eventually gavein as she was in the mood for chocolate and needed the caffeine intaketo stay awake from the boredom.Eventually, the train stopped at a small depot in what seemed like themiddle of nowhere. The kids got off the train and grabbed their bags,then went inside the depot to await their bus for the final trip to theschool. Fawn struggled with her bag, which Morgan helped her with aswell as dragged her own bag. She didn't mean for. Allison’s ‘Settlement’ account and a new Texas based account we had set up under our Foundation name. We had begun all of the IRS non-profit paperwork awhile earlier (it takes forever) and were expecting our final NPO authorization nearly any day now. Everything was done in several hours with no drama! Tammy and I resisted the urge to celebrate and enjoy some proper sun on a pure white sandy beach, and we decided not to press our so far perfect luck and we headed home almost immediately, still.