Yes a man by the name of Louku lay in pain on the snowy earth. He was chained to a tree by shackles at his wrists and ankles. His hair was dark brown ...and dirty from his days in captivity. He looked strong and handsome, but bruises littered his body making his tanned skin look weak. His eyes were a shocking green color but seemed dull from torcher. He wore torn pants and no shirt, it had been ridden of long ago. He looked tall even there on the ground curled in pain. Roughly six foot one. I knew that I had been dressed this way to advertise who I am; what I am. I don’t know if anyone who saw me understood but it made me very proud and very excited to be Master’s Cum Girl.On our journey home I settled back in my seat and dreamed about Master putting His naughty schoolgirl over His knee and spanking her until her arse was red raw, whilst she trembled beneath His hand, orgasm after orgasm, wracking her tiny schoolgirl frame. I am a very happy, very lucky Cum Girl.DribblingThe. "Dusted the top of the cabinet?" I asked mind-numbingly."Yes, Mistress," my little maid joyfully answered."Fine. Bring me a glass of... Bring me... I don't know. Just bring mesomething to drink. I'll be on the patio reading." I said jadedly."What would you like, Mistress?" my little maid happily answered me."Oh, for heaven's sakes; just bring a glass of wine, please," I saidexhaustedly."Yes, Mistress. Red or white?" my little maid spritely answered."I don't care! Fucking white and make sure. Parks. Shortly after Pastor George arrived at Mrs. Parks’ house, Shannon pulled up in her police car. Shannon walked in the house, secured her weapon in a locked cabinet, turned off her cell phone and said to her mother “Let’s show the Reverend what a mother and daughter team can do.” Prior to his arrival, Mrs. Parks had position three concealed cameras focused on the bearskin rug on the living room floor. When Pastor George had walked in, he recognized the rug from the one that was in most of.