But before I could do anything else I started to fall as well to.Looking at him straight in the eyes now. She could see that he wasn't looking at her ...eyes at all now. In stead she new what Lion-o was looking at and it was her huge 34 DD breast she had in the tight orange suit she was wearing.Lion-o she said in a loud tone. He didn't answer her the first time. She called his name or the second time either. But the third time she called his name and at the same time she kicked him in the leg to. " I heard the doors bar scrap locked as she entered. She busied herself around the room, making a fire, sweeping and straighting what little there was."Can you tell me anything? Where am I? Who holds me? Have they contacted my father yet? Anything?"She shook her head but whispered, "They won't be contacting your father." She placed fresh towels out."Let me have your gown, it needs to be washed." She said much louder."My gown? What shall I wear?" I asked holding the covers to my chin."Your. What we have found is that there is no set shape, weight, size, or type of slave that covers everyone's preferences. Instead, our clients pay a premium for training, behavior, skill, and a willingness to please." Simon stroked the slave's dark skin just above her ass. "This one here is called Muffin. Poodles should have cute names, don't you think?" Simon looked Carl's way who nodded only because it was clearly expected. "She is our sample model for extreme behavior modification. She has not. I told her to go in and make herself comfortable, and I would be right back down. I ran upstairs, I woke my mom up, told her I was home, told her I was going to sleep, She nodded me off and went back to sleep. I ran back downstairs and opened my door to find Mrs. Jenkins in stockings and a bra, lying down in my bed. As I walked over, I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, then pulled them down. There was a huge bulge in my boxers and as I climbed onto the bed I pulled my shirt off. I climbed on.