?Because it makes my Master happy?? she asks. ?Good slut? he says rubbing her tits. He helped slut sue lay face down on the floor, he secures her an...kles to her wrists.He next led slut joyce over to a suspension bar cuffs her wrist to the bar, and her ankles to rings in the floor. He picks up a flogger walks in front of joyce ?don’t you think this will fell good on your back slut?? asks Master. ?What ever master wants!? responds joyce. The flogger lands on her tits. ?What did you say??. He felt his scrotum contract at the thought. Her lust-filled blue eyes were staring submissively at him awaiting his next move."Ready to really get fucked by a real cock?" Marcus threatened. Jessica was fearful of what more it could be, but the center of her sensitivities trembled and secreted more juice with the apprehension. Jessica could only beg, "Oh gawd, give me that big black rod!" She knew that she was about to experience what she had seen the actresses relish in the movies she had. The photo printer whined back into life.Dawn squinted, "Why the hell is Randy smiling?"Thule sighed and cycled back a few seconds to where June was being handed off to Randy. Then, he played it back, frame by frame, as she wavered and began to fall. Finding the frame he wanted, he asked, "What do you see here?" Randy trying to catch June," said Dawn."Look at his right hand," said Thule.Dawn looked, "What the hell is he doing?"Thule said, "If he wanted, he could curl his fingers around her. "This is Mrs. McAllen," the lieutenant said after I saluted, something we seldom did unless someone else was around."Ma'am," I said, nodding at her and holding her eyes for a moment. They were gray-green, her eyes, deep and clear like a pool with mossy banks."I don't guess you knew her husband. He was artillery, a good man. Got killed. Caisson blew up, him and four men just about disappeared." I'm right sorry, Ma'am," I said, and she gave me her gloved hand briefly and pinched her lips down to.