I tookthe coffee cups to the kitchen and then went, walking slowly, upstairs.The load of laundry I'd started earlier was done, and I transferred themt... the dryer. These were a load of whites, mostly Kent's things, shirts,underwear, and sport socks. I wanted to be able to start ironing hisshirts right away. After the dryer began, I loaded the washer again,this time colors which was a mix of his and girl's things. With thoserunning, I filled the sink with a warm sudsy water. I'd soak my hose. I'm a cop, and I have mobsters onmy back..." Oh... if so, I think we can help you... hurry, there!" She grabbed his handand lead Jack inside the room that looked like beautician's study. Sheforced him into a chair and placed a wig on his head. Working quickly,she covered him with a piece of material."Don't move..." Saying this, she started to put make-up on his face. Jackunderstood the idea. He didn't like it much, but he had no choice. Thegirl finished with make-up and polished his nails with. Rachel dutifully took it in her mouth and began sucking him.I hardly realized that sprite was in the room until she had my pants down around my ankles. “Can this lowly slave suck your cock, Master J?” she asked. I nodded, and she began suckling on my cock like a baby sucks on a bottle of warm milk.Joey yelled out as he sprayed his cum inside of Rachel. Rachel had her good hand on Lorne’s ass, pulling him into her face as he got his cock down her throat. She gagged a bit, but never stopped. She looked up at him through her tears, still sobbing and shuddering from the sickening pain she felt deep in her stomach from her beaten balls, but even through those tears Master could never mistake the look of submissive lust in her eyes. He decided to make her wait a little longer for his cock as he undid his belt and slipped out of his trousers. He still held the belt in one hand as he spoke to her, which sent fresh waves of fear through Jeannie's aching slave flesh."Kneel, slut." Master.