I am not able to see their face as the collar that I have on is keeping my head bent forward in a submissive posture. There are no words exchanged as ...I crawl out of the room and add the required items to the table.Within a few minutes I have finished the table and am required to attend my Lady in the living room. When She is home I am not allowed to walk upright but have to crawl on my hands and knees like a dog. This posture still did not allow me to see who our guest was; the fact that their. “Who are you, anyway?” I asked with a cracked voice.“I’m Suzi.” She then looked at me. “Are you okay?”“No.” I managed to blurt out as the tears started heavier. Well, that was one thing that worked right. I could cry convincingly on command. Only this time, I wasn’t faking it.“What’s going on? Why are you crying?”I looked up to her. “Don’t you see? It’s me!”She had a very quizzical look on her face as her eyes darted around, looking for more of her clothes. She found a pair of jeans, and. I looked over at them I noticed their eyes suddenly avoided mine andthen they pretended to argue over the crust. I guessed that theyoungest was about thirteen and the oldest about sixteen to seventeenyears old, they seemed a nice bunch of guys.Marion looked at me and started to outline the next few weeks, "Thefirst thing we need to do is sort out a college for you. I've got allyour records from the school so that shouldn't be a problem. Next thingwe need to do is sort out some sort of income or. Our tits were bouncing, our butts were jiggling, and our bald pussies were glistening.Jessie shook his head and explained he could give us one-word commands too. He told us, “Table!”“I still don’t get it. What is the point of making them be tables? We already have a perfectly good table,” my mom knocked on the antique oak table that has been in our family for decades. The table needs to be re-finished and my brother had carved a bunch of obscene words into it when we were teenagers. There are.