“Josey, I already know you’re going - here’s one for you. I still have my favorite here in my coat pocket. I’m not fully dressed without it.�...I told them, “Let’s don’t kill them unless we have to.”Each of us have a rag to tie across their mouths as a gag, and a sack to put over their head. Hank cut three-foot strips of baling-wire, and each of us took four pieces of wire looped through our belt loops and twisted - to keep from losing them.“Papa, what do you want us to do?” Hank’s son, Joe. . slowly at first... stroking up and down... reaching underneath with other hand... playing with my balls, caressing them with my fingertips... so hard, Aaifia... so hard..."She continued to translate to Igzi, but in the hushed tones of someone treading sacred ground.Eventually, I stopped talking and let my labored breathing communicate my urgency. The girls were silent too, perhaps straining to listen. But in the earphones, I could hear Aaifia breathing deeply.. too deeply not to be deeply. I want them to have what small chance there is for safety and security that can be found in this situation. I need for you to believe it too. I am asking for you to believe as I do and act on the basis of that belief.”“But how does this ‘drama’ you have outlined here fit your need? What are you teaching Heather?”Heather turned again to face Carl. “I am not teaching Heather anything but a realistic experience in slave service. I am not teaching anything. I am trying to prove something.”“To. I slowly stuck my tongue out as she moved back and forth, her taste was different than what I was used to, but I didn’t find it unpleasant. I started licking at her pussy as she moved, my tongue rasping along her clit before diving into her pussy and then sliding across her asshole. Her movements got faster and I found myself enjoying that I was obviously giving her pleasure. My breasts were suddenly slapped hard and I jumped, my tongue stopping its exploration as the pain registered. She.