I occasionally get the chance to whip or torment a slave as I desire. The black collars are enforcers, their basic function is to make sure rules are ...followed. If you break a rule, they'll drag you, by the hair, kicking and screaming, all the way to wherever the Master may be at that time. Oh, and that's not a metaphor, I've seen one literally dragged for 6 hours before reaching the Master's hunting grounds for judgement. Don't test the enforcer's resolve, most of them are former military.. ‘So, what do you think of Her–nice, huh?’ She’s lovely, Lance. ‘Yeah, I figured you’d like her.’ It’s Agape, you know. Do you remember when I taught you that word? ‘Sure do,’ he smiled, and laid back on the beach, locking his fingers behind his head and stared lovingly at a distinctive-looking cottony cloud directly overhead that oddly resembled a matronly face. Lance picked up the narrow foot-long piece of driftwood that he hadn’t seen when he sat down, and, folding his legs in his own. I do find it odd being knocked up but after as much cum as she filled me upwith I'm not surprised, jealous I wish mommie would fill me up to, why can'twe get milked more my tits burn with hot desire, & I here I was thinking howI got caught up in this stuff, not that I didn't mind being one of the girls.Is it just me or was my mind more fuzzy than normal, nooo nooo it can't be...I'm her only daughter am having split personality swaps, wait I'm knocked up.Of course I am hehe ehe what seriously. “9-6, all the rest is freaking out. Now back to the real topic, you seem bothered by something?”“Why do you say that?” Asked Alisha“You are way too beautiful, you don’t have your normal glow”Alisha blushed slightly; it had been forever since anyone had called her beautiful, even her husband had always been sweet to her except for the physical relationship part. The way he always fixed his attention on her which was appealing. And the way his eyes would wander to her petite frame every time she.