The third moved to the table with a note pad. While the other two began setting dog bowls in front of the slaves on the ground.Even as the masters and...mistresses have the Serving Slave their orders for lunch. The kneeling slaves waited for the command to eat. While she waited Brothel Whore 3567-B noticed both her and her sister once again had real people food in their bowls. Compared to the dog food the others were getting instead.Brothel Whore 3567-B felt slightly guilty about her and her. “I really don't normally swing that way, but I had to do what I had to do. Which reminds me,” pulling at the seat of his red trousers, “we need to put more padding on that seat in the sleigh.”One of the elves in the crowd shouts out, “Why did Vixen come back alone?”“Oh, That! It seems the amount of time shifting we did had an effect on her. Add to that me smelling of sex almost every time I got into the sleigh. She went in to heat!” Santa pauses to recount the event, “Half way across South. I’m going to use the cane to remind you of your priorities here at the Ponsonby School.?I looked over the selection of canes on my desk. The Malacca? No?not this time. I would use a nice, thick ashplant cane. I looked with pleasure at it, and then at Yates’s full buttocks as he pushed his fat belly against his legs, trying to keep aright. Perhaps I could knock him down, I thought. That would be a lesson, eh?My cock hardened further as I gazed at Yates’s vulnerable buttocks. His scrotal sack. No answer. I walk to the kitchen and see a note telling me how to find you. "I'm all wet. Search for me and you will find water." My senses are tingling and I set out to look for you. I look downstairs and find it empty. I cautously walk up the stairs and can hear the shower running. I enter your bedroom and see the blinds drawn and candles lit. I walk into the bathroom and see you through the shower door. Your body is a siloutte through the glass and you look amazing. you see me and say,.