"I was watching you with everyone at supper last night. You've now got a quiet air of authority and competence about you that was never there before. ...n a way, I was reminded of when Steve took us to visit Hap and his bikers out at the clubhouse that time; you rather remind me of Hap when he was Prez..."Wow. Me like HAP? No way.I reached up and hugged her, but she was right somehow, it wasn't the same.I went for a quick shower, then did my face. I hardly wear any makeup these days. It doesn't. “This is a new one!” whispered the announcer ever so softly into the microphone as I stood with my hands behind my head flushed with shame as I felt the scrutiny of the unseen eyes of the perverts. “It (the reference to the slaves as “it” made me hornier than ever) has been a slave for almost two years under a couple of our most brutal friends. It is touted as a most wonderful submissive that can take any amount of shaming and pain with ridiculous glee; supposed to be a natural humiliation. And I can fuck you anytime and anywhere I like." She looked at him but resigned to his demands, "So for the start, I would love to see my toy. Why don't you stand up now." She got no choice but to follow. She stood in front of him. "I had told you before that I need to see what's beneath your dress. So now I want you to unbutton your dress and show me." She hesitantly complied and unbuttoned the top few buttons, thereby exposing her bra to him. "You don't need bra. Take it off!" And she took it. We had obviously just torn her pussy a little. Why didn't she have me stop? What a sight her gaping pussy made though, as her lips stayed open and you could see the inside of her glistening pussy. It made me so hot, that I was on top of her in seconds. My cock seemed to float in, barely touching the sides of her used hole. She complained that her pussy stung a little, but I was so worked up I was soon adding my load to her loose hole. She was sore the next day, but soon we were back into our.