It tingled and stung. I put my thighs together, feeling my intimate inner parts contract, and a wave of arousal go through my whole body. Confused, I ...held back a moan, and as I didn't know what else to do, I decided to feel angry as well. "FUCK YOU!" WHAT!?" He screamed. It was the first time I had said something like that to him. He grabbed me by the hair, making my head yank back, a vibrating sensation going down my scalp, neck, and all the way down my spine, and he started hitting me. “No, I did. Don’t worry, though. Now that we have you two slaves, you’ll both get to taste your own cooking, as you will be expected to cook a lot. It’s one of your duties as slaves, don’t you agree?” Wendy answered with a slap to Jordan’s tush right in front of his ex-wife.“And to serve us ... and set the table and things of that nature. Washing dishes. I’m going to especially enjoy fucking Tamara and you while Jordan does the dishes or cleans the garage or something like that. I might do that. John got to work straight away with the camera. I continued getting into various poses with various outfits in front of the camera all the while the old perverts stood by my boyfriend and watched me. “I knew those two old perverts couldn’t resist watching me” I thought. I glanced at them and made sure they knew I could see them standing there getting excited by me.“Would you like to change into something else? Something revealing a little more flesh perhaps?” said John. I obliged. I stood there. Joe check out Meg’s fence line and found some pickets loose. He hammered in 3 and replaced two. There were spare pickets in the shed. He tighten the fence lines. They look well maintained by the time he finished the job. Returning to the cafe at lunchtime he ordered some lunch. Meg advised “I had a call from Mum’s nursing home. They want me to call around tonight to discuss some plans about my mother. She does have dementia. Could you tell Stella not to make any dinner for me and I will see her.