Someone yelled “Sow us your pussy, Kitty”Another responded “Show us your kitty, Pussy” the crowd roared. The master was having a great time. T...is girl, the polar opposite of Naidu was assuming a similar position of primacy, albeit untried. The entire room was rapt, with the exception of Big Red who seethed. Her demeanour was not lost on the master and her fate was sealed.Vanessa had now stopped dancing and was strutting around the perimeter of the stage from left to right, the audience was. Each was red, with large letters on the side reading PUSSY KAT. She filled one with water and then placed both near the refrigerator.Still in a trance, Catherine walked into her bedroom. On the top shelf of the closet was a plain red box. She placed this on the bed, then removed her blouse and slacks without ceremony. Her plain white bra unfastened easily to expose sweetly rounded breasts, the tips of which turned ever-so-slightly upwards. Last to go were a pair of white panties, which slid. This week's pretext: burnt toast."You burnt the toast. I knew I should have made my own. You suck at cooking." Mind you, we both knew the toast was not burnt."Candace, I don't like your tone. If you don't like your toast, make your own, or have something else. But I will not tolerate you speaking to me that way."Her face flushed pink, her big hazel eyes widened, her pupils dilated, and I could see the cute little nostrils of her button nose flaring with her quickening breath. The "moment" had. “You are a dumb stupid bitch. But you will learn.” He slapped my breasts again. Each time he hit me there was the heavy sound of flesh on flesh and I’d get that electric shock of pain shooting into my brain. I closed my eyes to fight through the pain.“Where are we? Please take me home. Please take me home.” I pleaded.Hiro bent over me and moved his lips next to my ear and whispered, “But you are home, bitch. This is your new home. Do you like it? If you don’t, you will get used to it because.