But not high enough to make a fuss about it. Ann wanted me to wear them and so I would wear them. Her eyes burnt holes in my ass as I staggered to the...kitchen, still wobbly on the heels. Would have to practice every minute I could if I didn't want to look like a duck. Which, of course, wouldn't do. I wanted her to be proud of me even more than I wanted to be proud of me. But, are slaves supposed to proud of themselves after all? Shouldn't a good slave's goal, her only goal, be her Mistress' or. He whispered, "You would really want to be her, wouldn't you?" I got work to do. Here's your paperwork. The boss wants it by the end of the day," I said matter of factly."Oh crap!" I thought. "What the fuck did I just say? Did I really want to be her? I think. Maybe. I've dreamt about it sure enough. Bah. Just porn."A few weeks later, my coworker tells me that there is a slut who wants to have a pair of guys take her, "You know, like the slut in the porn you saw a while back. Airtignt,. “Hiram, there are seventy-four of us total on this trip, and, no, it’s nowhere near the entire Estancia.”Hiram simply nodded as both he and the teller began setting the scales up, to start weighing. I started stacking gold bars on the table as more bags were coming in. As we worked I couldn’t help but watch the amazement on Hiram and his assistant’s faces each time more bags were brought in. With twenty men, each carrying two bags per trip, it took twenty trips, and over a half hour to empty. He went over to aunt Kay and stuck his cock in her mouth. She started to give my dad head. Then dad got between her legs and started to fuck her. The hairy man got on my mom and uncle Bob mounted the skinny woman. They allfucked for what seemed like hours before they were all done. My brother and cousin had front row seating for this fucking. I watched as mom's and Kay's boobs shook and the grunting coming from the men. The hairy guy came first, he pulled back and some white jizz ran out of.