" My smiled beamed hope at him, and my knees touched the carpet before his." Oops! The door." He spun around and closed it. Pray was a private matter,...I agreed. If forced to in public, one must not be ashamed to show true faith."Oh, heavenly Father." I began. I heard a zipper. He turned back to me. His cock swung like a baseball bat. I dodged away."Pray to me, Mom. It'll be good practice for when you really are my slave." He slapped me. "But never, EVER, say 'father'!"His attack stunned me long. ’ Alex spoke from his left elbow. Cien looked down at him and glared. ‘None of us can sup until those bloody women come down here.’ Alex laughed. ‘What is so funny, cousin?’ Alex continued to laugh. ‘That it was your order that is keeping us from eating our dinner. You do remember ordering the men not to eat until the women joined us, don’t you, Cien?’ Alex ducked laughingly as Cien struck his fist out. ‘I am guessing you do.’ ‘You stupid son of a -‘ ‘Here they come,’ Alex interupted. Cien. So Whitney spentmost of her days working the strip selling crappy touristy gadgets toany tourist wanting to talk. She was working for the Legitimate are ofMato's companies and had no more contact with the slavery wing.It was mid November when Whitney was requested to shill at a conventionof convince store operators. She of course willingly decided to do itand spent the first three days making insane amounts of sales. It wasthe second to last day and Whitney decided to attended the cocktailparty. Taylor though, before I could even start pulling them down, she reached down, stopping me. Without saying anything, she pushed my hands away, and looking up, giving her a tentative smile, she said, “Sorry.” I again worried she didn’t want to do it, but seeing her smile, I knew I just needed to go slow. Standing up, grabbing her by the waist, I gave her a kiss, as she again closed her eyes. Backing away slightly, I casually undid my pants, and letting them inch their way down to my feet, I.