"Mary why don't you go first," Mistress said to the blond woman that was closest to me. "Did the sissy do a good job for you?" I looked at Mary alread... knowing the answer. When I had first gone to Mary's home I had been appalled to see all the work that was waiting for me. On each of my 4 visits during the month I had been unable to complete all the housework that needed to be done before my 7 hours of service were up. This was usually because Mary found some reason to tie me down and beat my. The Mistress would first place a series of marks on one area, then move on to another. She then began to increase the intensity and strength of her strokes, making Camille rub against the footstool.Janet stood entranced by the scene, watching Stephanie discipline her errant slave. She noticed that every now and then, Stephanie would make certain that the dildo was still within Camille's pussy. Janet marveled at the control that the girl had! By now, Janet knew that she would have lost all. “Well I want to get started straight away” he said again. “Go to the bedroom, the last on the door left. When you get there, I want you to undress and fold your clothes neatly in a pile at the foot of the bed. I then want you to kneel next to the bed, facing the door. I will be in there when I’m ready.”My heart was racing, but i did as I was told. I knelt totally naked next to the bed and waited. He left me there for about 10 minutes before he finally came in. He was still dressed. He didn’t. It was open the usual crack, bedside lights softly illuminating the room, TV adding a flickering glow to the ambiance. Peeking through the crack, she observed that her mom’s side of the bed was empty. She couldn’t tell for sure about her dad, but he often watched TV from his recliner, half embroiled in a book. She couldn’t see the chair through the 1/4” wide crack. She tapped lightly on the door.“Can I come in?” She pushed open the door, dreadfully certain of what she would find. The bedroom.