“Make my ass red please, Daddy. Punish me for being such a naughty little slut!” she begged.Sam had just enough gray peppered in with his once dar...k hair to make him look suave and sophisticated. It was hot knowing that he could, age wise, be Beth’s father. Suddenly it struck John that this was their golden opportunity to fulfill Beth’s fantasy, at least for the makeshift Friday night festivities.“Oh, by the way Beth, you can call me Uncle Johnny right now instead of Sir. Your Daddy and your. Back up to the room, she stripped down, I placed a training collar around her neck, then had her place the coat on, top button was to remain undone. The coats that my slaves had on, the top and bottom buttons were undone, that really didn’t expose their bodies.We went to the Restaurant, on arrival I asked for a table for 4, that wasn't an issue, once seated, my 2 slaves when dressed only in a coat when sitting to eat, they sit with their naked butts on the seat (I have written about this in. He held out her robe for her and, as she took it, said, “Here you go. We have to dress up for our company.”“It’s strange to be entertaining again. It seems to me like it has been ages since we’ve had guests for dinner,” replied Kelly. She tried to remember when was the last time they had entertained, particularly with the wives doing all of the cooking. She decided that it had been back when they were still living in Ed’s house.Dressed in his black robes, Ed was relaxing in a chair in the. I was exhausted. I lay there on my back breathing and trying to come back to reality. I was so tired. I let my eyes drift closed again and was asleep.I was awakened by a golden-haired vision leaning over me. The long curls were only partly caught up in a knot in back, and stray wisps floated around her face.“Riley?” I thought. Apparently the words didn’t make it out of my mouth. What would Riley be doing here?“Dag! Wake up. Dag!” No, not Riley. Angel. Was I going to wake up every time I thought.