Of course, he and his crew would take a lot of pleasure out of this slut as well.Latoya followed her owner as he led her into a bedroom at his complex... He turned to look at her. “What’s your name slut?”“Latoya Daddy.”“He chuckled. “What was your name before it was changed?”“It used to be Daisy Johnson, Daddy. Are you going to give me a new name?”“We’ll keep Latoya for now. Now get down on your knees and suck my cock.”Latoya had no problem complying. She was a whore. He was her owner. This is. She had been back to the Punishment Room for her third visit yesterday and her bottom was still sore from her beating. The Professor had once told her of a machine that beat people and she had laughed at the notion, thinking it, as she had put it, "kinky". After twelve applications of a leather tawse she had not laughed any more. The memory of that swishing sound, followed immediately by searing agony was still too recent to allow her mind to dwell upon it at any length.Her second visit,. ‘Oh! Why is my body reacting like this?’ she thought. Alarms sounded in her mind. This was getting way out of hand. She had to stop him, now, before this went any farther. But…but what if she did tell him to stop and he got angry? She could get fired, and she certainly wouldn’t get that promotion, and if she filed a sexual harassment complaint it would be her word against his. Emboldened by Ann’s lack of resistance, Mark continued to stroke her legs. He could feel her trembling and her. She told me if she was, she would double up on it and watch the show. I would go see what Joci was up to, but she would just tell me to go away so she could work on her music, so I wound up setting with the girls.Elke told me that Gloria and Mandy are shipping several boats down here to use in the commercials and they intended to leave the boats with us in trade for room and board for the film crew and whatever help they needed. It sounded like a good deal, I think I would prefer watching a.