Her soapy hands fondle the well-handled flesh of her hips on the way around to her backside. She imagines Michael’s fingerprints all over her ass an... she giggles. Catching sight of the tub across the spacious bathroom, Wendy’s grin turns wolfish in a combination of guilt and wickedness. She can’t help but wonder whether she’ll ever soak in her new claw-foot bath without reliving her night with Michael. As her middle finger sinks through her cleft, the sting of her knot startles the smile from. It was eminently satisfying and truly rewarding.”He grinned, “So, pure routine.”She smiled and said, “I don’t know what channels you have for new drugs, but even without that…magical finger rub, it was one of the best ever.”“And you don’t mind the acting?”He seemed to see things more clearly than she had expected of him, and she smiled sadly, “If it weren’t a video you were directing, it would have been a script of some other kind. That’s what always happens between men and women. In this case,. “Well Claire I can’t just let this go without you accepting some form of punishment.”“Anything Tony; I’ll do anything and everything that you ask.”“How do I know that you mean that Claire?”“Just tell me Tony and I’ll do it.”“Okay then I believe that all punishments should fit the crime.”“Me too.” I interrupted.“Right then; your punishment will come in many parts over a long period of time. You’ll hate parts of it and not want to do what I tell you; but at the first hint of you refusing to do. Whole families of at least three generations lived within the walls of the estate, a great portion of which didn’t have a social security number or even a birth certificate to record their existence to the rest of the world.They were all happy, hardworking loyal to the grave slaves.But what really bothered me was how there was a strong class difference between the black and white slaves. I found out later that Chuck Cord’s father had gotten into really big trouble with the Cabal when in 1968,.