I'll get you a coffee and we'll see if your problems are as easy to fix as your sister's." This was a good start to a relationship. Her tears ran down... all over the scar tissue on my chest as I said, "Come on inside."She blubbered, "So you know where she is?" Of course I do, she's asleep with my girls. I certainly wouldn't send her back to your fuglys if I could ever help it."I sat her on a kitchen chair, poured her a coffee and got sugar and milk out if she wanted it. I wandered back into the. "Take it with me."His eyes having never left hers, he saw that she understood his meaning, for the Kunnskap had been their portkey there, and had it been somehow re-activated, they could take it back to Hogsmeade together with a simple touch of their fingers to its surface.He absolved to never leave her alone, not anywhere, not ever again.With baited breath they touched the chain.Nothing.Sharing a half disappointed, half relieved smile, they exhaled the breaths they had both been holding.As he. Swollen from the crop, my nether lips bulge. If Mr. Marshall wishes to use my pussy, it will be hell. I hope he just uses my ass. I hate anal sex, but anything would be better than his huge dick in my tender cunt.Robert takes me to the master bathroom where I must contemplate myself on the full length wall mirror. Gone is the trendy girl that arrived here this afternoon. In its place is a shredded fearful slave. I have to look at my ass first, with its ten stripes, now dark purple. Then I see. And now I understand what’s wrong. And, it’s at least partly MY fault.”“Good,” I smiled. “Why?”“I kept my sensei in Milwaukee at arm’s length because I wanted to run my own dojo and do my own thing. That’s basically the opposite of what you and your sensei do. And why you refer to it as the ‘school’ of the «shihan» in Japan.”“Very much so. We Americans tend to look down on protocol and formality, and we look askance at tradition. I’m as guilty of it as the next guy, but I question if that’s the.