“Do you like this shirt?” she asks me. Smiling, I tell her no, because Cathy spilt that bleach chemical on it when we were screwing around with ou...r weapons at the clubhouse. “Good…..” she smiles. She tears into me with a kiss, ripping my shirt to shreds in the process. I moan as her tongue forces its way into my mouth. Her hands unbuckle my belt and rip my pants off, leaving me in my boxers, which also disappear. “C-Can I?” she asks. I nod, giving her approval. Gripping my dick, she slowly. ‘Were am I?’ she called out in hope someone would answer her. Hearing her call through the door he was standing in front of he pushed it open and stepped inside, ‘Welcome to our den, here you’ll be taught proper respect and manners something your previous master obviously did not teach you,’ said the alpha. ‘Do not insult my master!’ she hissed ‘He was a good man!’ ‘I am your master now, you would do well to remember that. You will address me as Master, Master Alex or Sir, do you understand. His wife spoke again, “Remember Jen all over his face and chest too he likes bare feet across his broad chest.”Jennifer did as she was told and moved her right foot wet still from the sweat and now mixed with John’s hungry mouth. He had a very broad chest and wide shoulders interesting for being a pretty short man, only 5”4’. John was getting hotter by the second. His hand moved without thinking and was just about to grab Jen’s foot he caught himself and slid it back to his side. He hoped. This was something new and Martha had misjudged his keenness to obey."I promise not to move, but I won't be tied up," said Alan in an 'office' voice rather than his 'slave' voice.Martha was a little disconcerted by this, but agreed.SPLAT. The paddle came down and Alan immediately reverted to his 'slave' voice, whining, "I'm sorry, Mistress. Please don't hit me again."SPLAT! "Please, Mistress, I'll do as you say."SPLAT! "Please tie me up, mistress, or I might move again."Martha ignored.