I drove my BMW 5 hybrid with only the slightest deference to road laws. My six hundred dollar shoes cluttered the passenger seat. I didn't understand ...any of the other sisters. Nadine had hated Him. Sara feared everything He was about to say. Lucy had said her happiest day was the day He died. She also said the worst was His funeral. Four days without Him kicked the wind right out of all our sails. I had never been truly at odds with Him. Yeah, I wasn't the lawyer I had thought I should be. But. Empty metal Whippet cartridges lay nearby, further proof that Chelsea had visited my room the previous night. It was obvious to Gwen what had transpired on the bed she was now approaching, and the sultry look on her face changed into a snarl of outrage. Wham! She slapped me across the face hard enough to rattle my teeth, and then stomped down the stairs to her second floor bedroom, slamming its door behind her. Holy shit! Having driven several hundred miles the day before specifically to screw. As he approached her he began to caress her breasts, her breaths increased at the sensation. ?OK slut, now let’s see how well you follow instructions.? He proceeded to wrap the base of her breasts with the rope very tightly. Her breasts became large and protruding and began to turn red almost immediately. He began to play very lightly with her nipples, and then without warning, grabbed and twisted both of her nipples very hard. With her breasts tied her nipples were even more. "He reached over and gave the chain between the nipple clamps a little tug."How did you feel when you spoke to Lydia in the kitchen and had to call me Master?" Embarrassed again."Her body vibrated harder this time as he held the button down for several seconds watching her squirm."I was humiliated when I stood in front of her naked, she knew right away I had submitted to you but when I called you Master a strange calm came over me. It felt comforting."He smiled, pleased by her answer."Tell me.