She went up to her room and collected the book she was reading. She sat at the kitchen table and opened it but could do no more than stare at the page...The telephone rang. She leapt for it."Caroline?" No, dear. Jean Carnoustie. Are you waiting for a call?" No, er, well sort of." You don't sound yourself. Is something wrong?" No, at least I hope not." Can I help?" No, it's just..." It became too much for her and she burst into tears.Jean waited. She could just have put the phone down but she was. I was on summer break between my junior and senior year of college. I was staying in the city. I almost never heard from my parents. Most people I knew at school were traveling, studying abroad, or had gone home.“Maybe six weeks.”“I could break you and put you back together three times in six weeks. Most of my new family has three or four days to work with,” he told me.He trailed his fingers down my chest and stomach. He stopped at the beginning of my stitches, the place where my clit had. I grabbed a six pack and went out by the hot tub. Wanita was just sitting on a chair near the hot tub. She didn’t seem pleased with the situation. I was pretty excited that Bridget was going to fuck me for my silence. I haven’t had a blow job from a couple of teenager’s in years. I was hard as a rock and couldn’t wait to feel her mouth on my rod. I’m just a middle aged over weight guy. It’s not every day you find two hot chicks that are fucking on your property. This was almost too good to be. To tell the truth, I still had to think up the penalties and needed to talk with some of their former slaves to find out how they had been forced into their lives as slaves.By the end of the day, however, Audoflede had all of them integrated into the staff at the estate. She never did tell me what she said to them, but they all behaved. Every time Audoflede was around, they became even more attentive.For a second night, the women put me through my paces. I managed to please the three of the.