? And that had set Ric off, racial slurs always did.WHACK! THWACK WHAP! SMACK! Finally Zenith had grabbed her welted boobs, her eyes streaming with te...rs, but Ric hadn’t had enough, and he’d taken her by the arm and dragged her to the bed and gone to work on her bottom until she’d screamed in agony.But once again, after he was done, Zeni had crawled to him, and kissed him and told him what a manly Master he was. She’d apologized profusely for having offended him.But he’d been quite piqued with. "Master? Take off my dress? Here?" "You heard me slave, and now that you've questioned my order I suggest you don't compound that mistake by making me wait" Brenda nervously reached behind her to unbutton the closure at the back of her neck. Then she slid down the zipper opening the back of the dress. She slipped the dress down her body and legs. She stepped out of the dress and laid it across the arm of the couch. Master continued filming while he admired his lovely slave. He instructed her. Once inside, I realized it was just one large room, like an airplane hangar, nothing more than a cement floor with metal walls and a metal roof.A wooden platform had been constructed on one side of the building with a microphone and two large speakers. A man in traditional Mid-Eastern clothing stood on the platform waiting for all of the refugees to enter.As the room filled, I began counting heads, there were about eighty men with black hair. There were five or six men with lighter hair. I had been too shocked to move. I thought all this from the floor because that was where I was ended up. My face hurt like hell and my adrenaline was running. She could kill me easily if she wanted to.She didn't come any closer but she started to hurl invectives at me. I just got to my feet by using the desk. I stood unsteadily and she continued. Her hands moved but they didn't come back for a slap again.It felt like hours later that she kicked me out of her office. She reminded me of Dad a lot.