Then he said, "Brenda, I know you mean well, but you're trying too hard. Rest! Recover. Relax. You look like you're about to collapse. I care about yo.... I can't enjoy myself if you're that miserable."She was uncertain about how to react to that. She fell back into routine, and thrust her gigantic tits out while pinning her arms behind her back.He regarded her while using the showerhead to get himself wet. "What are you doing?"She replied stiffly, "I'm your slave, so I await your orders."He. The designers of the women’s restroom neglected to install plumbing for men, of course. Until I learned the practices and customs of my new home, situational awareness demanded I be more mindful of my surroundings. Looking for urinals in a women’s bathroom equaled a major brain fart.My voyeuristic presence in the shower room remained unnoticed by the ladies, so I took the opportunity to watch and relax as the sisters frolicked under clouds of steaming water. Each of the ladies shared a common. ? The guards thatRichard had picked had something in common with each other. They were all tall,muscular, extremely endowed and most importantly. They were all black! ?? Richard had alsohired two women that were fully trained in the lifestyle of dominance andbondage. Their names were Ginger and Silvia who were both in their mid thirtiesand very pretty blondes. ?? Their jobs wereto train each slave to be completely obedient. Richard gave his full permissionto use whatever form of method they. ” He snarled. “Fuck you.” I snapped back at him WHAM. WHAM. WHAM. WHAM. Four quick blows to my chest and stomach taking what remained of my breath away. “Oh how I am going to enjoy breaking you, making you into my new cum whore and breeder. I will make you carry my child maybe more. Make you so saggy down their not even the dirtiest old man would touch you bitch. When I am done with you, when I have what I want from you, I will kill you and use you for pig feed.” He said turning up a dial or.