"If the shoes and socks are worth 1 each, then shorts are worth 5." Samantha continued.I agreed and counted out more chips, an additional 2 reds and a...white. "Reds chips are worth 2, and our shirts can be worth 10." I added two green chips to each of our stacks."So, the greens are worth five each. Right?" Samantha grabbed a handful of blues, adding 2 to my pile and 4 to hers. "The blues can be worth 10 each then. 20 for your underwear, and 20 each for my bra and panties."I protested. "Hey, wait. Suddenly he said: "Don't shave your pussy. I want you to let the hair grow there for me." I was surprised to hear that. I have always shaved this area and I was usedto having my skin smooth and clean down there. "Why?" I asked, forgetting for a moment that I was not meant to questionanything anymore. Instead of answering he pinched my nipple again, making mecry out in pain this time. "Don't ask me any questions, whore. Just listen to what your Master tellsyou. Understand?" Another pinch to my. Her first few were the wrong guys so she's making sure I don't repeat her mistakes. I agree with that.My parents have been divorced for six years now. When it happened, I went to stay with my aunt and uncle until things were basically over. So, I guess, my aunt is doing the same with her sister's son, shipping him off to the aunt for a month or so during the summer.Kristen:My sister had been having marital problems for some time so I'm not surprised that it's come to an end. We're taking in my. The thought was fleeting, but oh was these thoughts and feelings even more sinfully erotic and intense! As Sybil got older and during the next few school yrs she became more and more obsessed with slavery and masturbation! Her whole life revolved around both as she went from having no fantasy's to having dozens of them mostly about young white girls being sold at slave auctions to well to do black masters that only wanted these young women for their sexually depraved and abusive pleasure! She.