I won’t let you down, I promise, Master.”“Ok slave, just don’t make me regret it, understood?”“You won’t regret it, Sir. Your worthless ...little cunt will make you proud, Master.”“Make sure that you do.”“Yes Master.”Did we lay it on a little thick? Yes.Was it really necessary? Maybe. Maybe not.Was it being unjustly cruel? Absolutely not.You see, I wasn’t playing to Becky, The Queen Bitch, at all.I WAS playing to the little slave girl that lives deep down inside of The Queen Bitch. The one that. She's got a lovely arse and whilst she says it's too big, I don't think so. She looks great in her lycra shorts and as it was a warm day I could see the damp patch between her buttocks where she had been sweating. We walked back to the car to go home and I could feel my cock starting to ooze a drop of precum. Watching Kim's arse in lycra always makes me horny. As I was driving home, Kim suggested that we should make a detour to one of our favourite outdoor fucking places. I was there in. “And why not?” I ask, although I believe I already know the answer.She folds a forearm across the plains of her breasts and uses her other arm to point toward her crude bindings.“Those are mine. They are a mark of my servitude to the King,” she explains before her turning her gaze toward the dress in my hand, “To wear such finery would be... heresy.”“You are my servant now, are you not?” I ask forcefully, before softening my voice and adding, “You are my friend, are you not?”Gobsmacked, she. "Your first official duty as my heir apparent."He spared a single glance his daughter's direction. Taking in that moment a father's pride in how well, how beautiful Ayeka had grown, softening the hard lines of his face.As he turned again leaning Tenchi's direction however the mask of stone descended once more."See that you do not fail." He murmured quietly.The sound of his own swallowing, was inordinately loud in Tenchi's ears."MY WUTTLE GURLS AWW GWOWN HUP!" Misaki suddenly blubbered, holding.