My shoulders were always well backso that my considerable bust was fully on display and I sat on my specialchair to do my make-up and eat my sparse di...et. Sister Sarah would pop inat random times to check that I was training properly. Oh! And to torturelittle Henry, of course.Every morning and evening, either Mother or Sally would arrive to bedressed or undressed. This always meant difficult and embarrassingquestions which I had to be very careful answering lest I received evenmore punishment. She?s gagged and blindfolded but she can hear you.??Bye Judy, keep the faith.?As the Rolls pulled away, Betty memorized the plate number. As she was wearing ballet boots, the master?s assistants helped her back into the building, enjoying themselves by fondling her.Back in the torture room -- there was no other name for it -- the girls were again subjected to having their necks clamped to the post. Once they were all secured, the slave master took a riding crop and struck each girl very hard. "I won't..." I told him but he placed a finger on my lips."Don't speak." he told me.I nodded, keeping my lips closed as I felt his mouth around my cock. I did tense up right then and there, but I didn't say a thing.At one time I just couldn't hold it in any longer and I let a trapped moan escape my lips.Then he pulled at my ass, my legs up in the air so he got a good view of my asshole. "Are you ready for a good fucking?" Ian told me with a sexy glint in his eye."Y..." I want to say, but he. I wish I could sample you two one more time." That can be arranged Jake. I liked fucking you too. You have a great cock, and I liked the way it felt way up inside me." Really? You'd let me... I mean... we could..." Jake, I'd love to be with you again, and I think Anne would too. We both loved the way you fucked us, and we also like it when a guy is so head over heels into having us too. Besides, we both have a thing for..."older" men like you." Well... I've got a motel room in town for the.