"The note ended with a bunch of diagrams and addresses and other thingsShane couldn't wrap her mind around. What she did catch was what thisthing was ...used for. It seemed to Shane that Derek had used this to makeher his whore, trying to get some money on the side. Well, no dice. Itseemed to Shane that she was plenty capable of resisting him. Maybe notphysically, after all Derek seemed like he was carved out of rock. Noway she could fight him. But maybe Shane could play mind games. Afterall, what. The marks that He had hoped for were not there. The slave’s hands being tied behind its back when it was hung by its bound tits had kept Master from getting the results on the slave’s back like he had hoped. Master knew how to solve that “problem”. “Get up you lazy whore,” the slave heard Master say as she felt his open hand slap its face. The slave quickly jumped up and assumed the 1st position to wait for Master’s further instructions. It knew that Master had said before it fell asleep. He might have been a one-night stand found in a bar, or my mother, who certainly had a very long laundry list of sins and character flaws of her own, may have been indulging in prostitution at the time. As she died when I was ten, I never heard her explain my parentage, or rather, I never remember her telling the same story twice - or a believable version even once. She had come to the US illegally a few years previously and had travelled across the country fairly randomly since. Once I was. As he got above my knees, he would place his thumbs between my thighs and push upwards until his thumbs barely touched my swollen labia as he then rotated his hands outward. This had the effect of spreading my ass cheeks fully, giving Bastian a close up view of my asshole and thick labia. Ed told me later that it was very erotic watching as he spread my ass, and then when he let go my firm ass cheeks would jiggle back into place. Ed and I were even more aroused now, and I could see that he was.