. mmmmf... I... mmmfff... mmff... c-can’t r-remember, Highness...” sobbed Xena. “Can’t remember?” Venetia looked astonished. “I suppose yo... got too excited to remember.” “Y-Yes, H-Highness,” agreed Xena wretchedly. She had got into the habit of agreeing with everything Venetia said, no matter how vile or untrue it was. “And I suppose you can’t remember how many cocks you sucked either, slave.” “N-No, Highness... I humbly beg pardon, Highness...” Venetia smiled faintly. It amused her to reflect. "Allie, what did I tell you about honesty, walking on egg shells, and fear of the answer you don't want to hear? There will be no relationship without honesty, there can't be. I read you like a book."She sighed and looked to me saying, "I'm afraid you'll say it's too soon, or not appropriate." "How the FUCK can I give my opinion if you don't tell me what it is? Ask me honest questions and I'll give you honest answers. I'm going to lose patience with this real fast if you don't get over this. But it is hardly enough proof to prove anything, so you are surprised when you find hieroglyphics on a cave about a long journey between three tribes to a new world. Some of the story is faded, but you do make out men and danger. You grab your phone immediately from your backpack and call your professor, but you can only hear static coming from the other end. Your curiosity consumes you, so you venture deeper into the cave. The cave seems to run for miles and miles, but you grab your trusty. We’ll have bacon, eggs, toast and sausage with orange juice. When it’s ready you can come get me and the guys. You will not get dressed and if your sons ask why you’re naked, you’ll tell them it’s because your new master prefers you that way. Understand?Bridgette nodded, only to be slapped across her face.“Yes, Sir,” she said, “I understand, Master.””You’re learning,” the boy chuckled. She was halfway through making breakfast when her youngest son wandered into the kitchen. Bridgette ran around.