"N-No... no..." whispered Nadine, head drooping.Vesta's palm smacked across the whiteness of her cheek, raising a pink blotch. A backhander jerked Nad...ine's head the other way and she cried out in shock."No... Mistress!" rasped Vesta. "That is the correct form of address for a slave." N-No... no... M-Mistress..." gasped Nardine tearfully. Her soft body flesh was quaking with terror. "Oh h-how can I be... a... s-slave?" she added, almost to herself it seemed."You'll soon discover how," said Vesta. I’ll go out and help Dad.’ He had the trunk open and a few containers and a couple of platters were sitting on the driveway. ‘Hey Tom. Happy Thanksgiving son.’ ‘Thanks Dad. Happy Thanksgiving! It looks like you’ve been busy.’ ‘Yeah, a few things needed to be done ahead of time. I see Ruth and Rudy made it. That’s a nice car they’re driving.’ Rudy walked out and I introduced them. We carried all the containers and platters in and put them on the island. ‘Dad, let me introduce you to Ruth.’ To my. Kristi made a low sound, a sort of pleasurable groan.John was touching himself as he watched this show develop between these two young women.Sarah reached for the waistband of Kristi’s panties and slowly pulled them all the way down past her knees, ankles, and her feet. “I see trimmed pubes runs in the family.”“Oh, haha, it’s just a coincidence,” Kristi said, shyly.“I like it.”Sarah could see that Kristi liked it too. Her pussy was already glistening with delight from the foreplay. Sarah. "Shit!" she said. "Can any other fucking thing go wrong this week?"Now the only thing she could do call the plumber, who would likely charge her through the nose to get the damn ring out.Oh well, the sink was slow to empty anyway when she used it; maybe the asshole could fix that problem too while he was at it.Throwing on a sweater and running pants with nothing underneath, Marla began thumbing through the yellow pages, hoping she could find one that is able to show up on such short notice, and.