She looked up at me. "Kimberly is such a bitch, I can't take it anymore! I miss you guys."I gave her an understanding smile."You know the rules Britta...y," I said simply.Blushing again Brittany replied, "I will do whatever you want... Please?"I let a moment pass."Well, slave girls need to be naked for starters," I said. "And you can throw your underwear in the fire. We will use the rest for rags." I motioned toward the slightly smoldering rock-rimmed pit.I assumed by the determined way the. ?Ok, tell me how you happened to be with him.?? My mind immediately went back to the day Iwas captured. ?I was walking home from a late class, having just missed thelast bus.? I knew I should have gotten ataxi, but wanted to save the money and after a full day of classes I needed toclear my head.? I was thinking of thework I had to do on my next assignment when someone grabbed me and pulled meinto a van.? I must have been injectedwith something, as the next thing I remembered was waking up with. I hope I'm not going nuts, she thought. Brenda took off Master's shirt and hung up his clothes. She noticed his suitcase was still closed and wondered what was inside. She dared not look. Brenda waited on the couch until Master finished his shower. When he was done she took her cosmetics and the shopping bag of lingerie into the bathroom. Brenda ran a bath and enjoyed a long soak. She spent an extra-long time washing her tits and cunt but rationalized that she was just washing and not. A couple of times he nearly made it, but that final effort, that final erotic image that would have helped him cross the sacred line, always in the end eluded him, and he would then curse and wallow in abject misery at his failure.The looming prospect of being made to cum by his mum’s own tanned hand at first had a sobering effect on him and for once his penis lay flaccid against his leg, while the terrible thought pervaded his mind. He had only just about come to terms with the fact that his.