One, with strawberry flavored water in it, the other with my name (Rachel) and porridge in it. I guessed the porridge was piping hot when it was put i...nto the bowl, as even now it was still just a little warm, though not much. There were no cutlery items. The porridge smelt wonderful, despite being slightly cold, it had raisins in it, and cinnamon and I could see the top sprinkled with brown sugar. It had been done with so much care, everything Master did was always perfect, even cold porridge. Is that clear?” “Yes, Master.” “If we are around others in the store, you will address me as Sir. You will always assume a submissive posture around me, even on the sales floor. It does not have to be overt, but I better be able to tell or you will be severely disciplined. Clear? “Yes Master.” “Excellent. Now remove your skirt and panties.” Angela did as she was told. She stood in front of Michael with nothing but her garter belt and nylons on. “Good, now play with your tits. Do what you. “I’m going to ask the wives to stand up and follow me. Someone will come and get you gentlemen in a few minutes. It takes us girls a little longer to get prepared.” She added. “Please leave your luggage with your husbands please.” Steve gave Becky a kiss as she stood up and followed the other wives out of the room. Steve counted fourteen women including Becky. Steve didn’t have to wait much longer as the door opened again and three burly looking black men walked into the room. They had these. The music was a Jute box that was blaring out country and western, the sound of which was almost unbearable.Sullenly we sat to the side while dad made his way around to the other men, introducing himself, and often pointing our way, obviously indicating we were his daughters. There was one girl, probably about 16 or 17, quite homely, sitting by her family, and intermixed with the other families, several boys, probably 13 to 15 years old. I commented to dad that it was going to be quite a.