By this point in her slavery, the door lock ritual is a long established, familiar and well practised routine.Getting in the door, she hurriedly punch...s the time clock, before even taking the key out of the lock and dropping her skirt. What a relief, thirty seconds to spare before she would have started earning strokes. Not that she minds strokes, quite the contrary, but the twenty five from this morning and the five welts from yesterday had her ass still feeling like a five alarm fire. Master. She kissed the older woman full on the lips and said, "Hi, Dot. Can I have some too?" The young girl came back and lowered her head to feast on Marsha's breasts. Dot's hand was already in the girl's panties fingers pressing Brooke's labia apart. Dot said to Brooke, "Show Marsha what I've taught you, liebchen." Dot pulled Brooke's panties off as the girl moved next to Marsha. Marsha pulled Brooke's tank top off the young girl exposing her nakedness. Hearing Dot’s instructions, Marsha grasped. Don't give up on all men just because a few of us are jerks." I might not feel this way if I ever met one who wasn't a jerk," she moaned. At the same time she thought about how she should be telling Bob HE wasn't a jerk.He tried for a little humor. "So ... you're rethinking your stance on lesbianism?" He smiled to let her know it was just a joke, but her response was completely serious."Oh, I know I'm not a lesbian," she said quite seriously, thinking about how she felt about this man."And how. ? ?And that I will, I may cut it, color it, shave it, burn it, rip it out, whatever I please right?? ?Yes Sir, whatever you please.? remembering to speak in complete sentences. He released my hair and pulled pressed his thumbs hard against my eyeballs. ?and these eyes are mine too, I may color them, gouge them, blind them or cover them as I please right?? ?Yes Sir, whatever you please.? He grabbed my nose hard and held it there. ?this nose will smell what I.