I stood behind her, soaping up my hands. The girls outside held their breaths, waiting to see what would do. Despite her newfound compliance, the way ...that Neija growled and gasped told me that she was trying to brace herself. She was eager to play, but her pride as a lioness wouldn’t simply let her act as the desperate nympho. She had to retain some kind of upper hand, maintain a dignity and reserve that no sensation could defeat. If anything, that excited me even more. It wouldn’t be any fun. Her daughters had created a mess and, if she released Faith, Faith was bound to say something. In the best case, her relationship with her sister, Faith’s mother, could be severely damaged, if not severed. In the worst case, her daughters would end up in prison for a variety of crimes. She knew that she would have to let her niece go eventually but she needed time to come up with a solution before that could happen. Of course, she could always dispose of the girl by selling her into the slave. Nobody introduced me as anything special, which was just fine with me. The first few days involved getting everybody into the swing of things, pushing teamwork and conditioning. We had them running and doing calisthenics, marching and saluting. That proved amusing when Todd Whitlock was leading the class in marching and saluting and somebody in the rear ranks loudly muttered, “What the fuck do we need to salute for?”Todd immediately ordered the class to stop and come to attention in ranks.. And I followed her command. Both girls were sexy. Both were were in formal thight pants and shirt (just like girls dress for presentations). They both came near me and kept their hand on my tool, soon my tool was hard and erect both strived to remove it out but ma’am stopped them by winking at them. Their names were Sheetal and Krupa. Krupa took my hand and kept it on her boobs without much hesitating, I started to press her boobs and she gave me horny expressions. Soon there was another door.