Her hands reached up to cover her breasts as the bra was pulled from her body but were slapped away with ease as though she were just a pesky bug. He...r breasts were bared, her nipples hard and throbbing from the cold and fear. “Pleasseee, don’t!” Her lower arms had cuts and red marks on them where he had pushed them away, Pamela knowing she was no match for him. She had to wait for an opportunity, hoping that she got one to escape. Her hands hung down at her sides, her fingers curled into. .”Fucking busted. It was so late, who the hell was up and saw us? My blood turned to ice. I’d had thoughts about coming out to my mom, but not like this.“W-What?” was all I could stammer out.My mom looked at me with a strict intensity I couldn’t recall ever seeing.“Are you...” she struggled to say the word “...gay?”The word hit me like a ton of bricks. When I’d thought about coming out to my mom and dad, I never thought I’d see so much disappointment in her eyes. Surprise and confusion, maybe,. Once Marcie heard what my orders were, there was no leaving her behind. It worked out good because she hears better than I do, and she's a hell of a lot smarter than I am, although I'll never admit it to her," confessed Steve."Just get on with the story, Steve," I responded curtly."When I sat down, I noticed the guy had some old magazines on the table. I couldn't tell what they were, but I know what was in them," continued Steve. "The prick was blackmailing your wife, Boss. He told her he'd. "Remember, it's 'You are my Master and I am your obedient slave. I will fulfill your every whim.' I reminded her as I lowered the gag."You... you are my... Master and I... I am your... obedient slave. I will... I will fulfill your... every whim.'. I was surprised that she managed to get it right."Nice! I'm glad you are seeing it my way."She did not reply."What's my name?" I asked Catherine, looking at Flower, giving her a nod."I don't remem..." she was interrupted by Flower lashing the rod.