"'Morning!" I groaned. "Did you throw me under a train? It hurts!" No trains! And look..." She moved where I could see her, and she liftedher top. "...... we are the same now!" she giggled and smiled while showingme the surgical bra around her chest.I don't know what felt weirder at that point. Knowing that I had buttimplants like hers in me, or seeing her being happy for having breastimplants to match mines. I am sure that the drugs were helping me worryabout the situation a lot less than I. All week Jemma couldn’t stop thinking about what happened if she didn’t pay the rent. It excited and aroused her. Something inside her wanted to see what the punishment was going to be but she was scared. Most mornings she woke up horny and played with herself in bed before getting up. Needless to say that this was all witnessed by Rob and Fiona who would play with themselves while they watched her. The thought that she was young enough to be their daughter made it even more exciting. Fiona. As their time ended they filed out, used my cleaning facilities and departed the property. I sat still, shocked in my camera room watching her laying there in position. I hadn’t instructed her to do this; to be a whore. She did that all on her own, and enjoyed it! My little slut was in for a mighty punishment. “Constantine, COME!” I commanded him as I strode down the hall; whip in hand, a leash in the other. I stood motionless in front of the closed door, knowing full well the slut, Melanie,. “Last night. Nice shorts. Nice and tight.”I had spoken to neither Amy nor Emma, so was unable to recognise just who I was talking to. The voice, though, was sensual and alluring. Her stress on the word tight caused a small rush of blood to my cock, and I noticed it begin to enlarge.“Who are you? You were watching me?”“I was watching you when you came out your room. You looked good. I wasn’t stupid enough to keep watching, though… I saw you approach the door. I hope you had a good look.