. . things to me'. Har-de-har har.Mommy was a slave like me. Daddy ordered her to teach me to be a slave, and she did as she was told. She wouldn't si...ng lullabies to me at night to put me to sleep; she would tell me fairy tales, of how happy slaves are being slaves. My entire childhood was spent soaking in the idea of a perfect slave, and stimulating nerve endings, especially mine. I am so sensitive I am nearly clairvoyant. There was a time that it failed me horribly, but I'll be getting to. "Come on girls," Stephanie said. "Give her some room!" She helped Stephanie to her bed and sat down next to her. Shannon leaned her head on the older girl's shoulder. Her pretty face was pale and sweaty, and she could barely keep her eyes open.Penny was so excited she was bouncing in her seat. "So how was it? Are you making milk?" she asked.Shannon nodded slowly. She raised her shirt to reveal her breasts. Her tanned milkers were fat and engorged, crisscrossed with tiny capillaries and larger. It was heart-warming. I had no idea what they finally submitted to the site.When the time came to cook dinner, they both disappeared into the bedroom. I boiled up some pasta, found a jar of tomato and herb sauce to accompany it, and placed some garlic bread under the grill. I called out as I prepared to serve up and the pair appeared almost immediately.Gemma was dressed normally but Olivia wore nothing but a skimpy bra and matching thong. Gemma had fitted a leather collar around her neck and. I'm not sure I like that. Whatdecision of mine will you challenge next? Does my maid feel free tochallenge any decision I make?" No, Madam." Deep curtsy."Then what made you think you could challenge this one, maid?" When I looked at the pink, Madam, I was afraid I would not representyou as attractively as you deserve to be represented. I was afraid youmight have overlooked the black satin in my closet." You were afraid. Well, I must say that's not a terrible thing for ahumble little maid like.