As she walked inside, I noticed that she had worn some cheap anklets today, which made a jingling sound as she walked.“Oh dear ... she has come prep...red today.” I thought to myself, as I went into the bathroom to take care of my week-long stubble. As I finished my shave and came out after a while, I saw that she had finished her work and was waiting in the kitchen.“Work is done, Rani?” I asked her casually, wiping my face with another towel.“Yes saheb...” she replied meekly, still looking down. But, of course, if I wasn't interested, Dana almost always was, and I realized that Ed wasn't being dominant, he just wanted to love me, feel me, or whatever. I learned to relax for the first time in my life.And the way we dress is fun. Sometimes we're just bare, but a lot of the time we wear stuff that invites things. Like Ed will wear a t-shirt and no underwear and his cock hangs down, just asking to be touched or sucked or something. Or Dana and I will go topless, or leave our shirts open,. As I sat on a stool at the bar I had to be careful not to show the goods. The skirt I was wearing was very short and tended to ride up. The bartender came over and I ordered a drink. When he brought it I was about to give him our room number to charge it to but he said it was already taken care of. I asked by who and he pointed to a group of guys on the other side of the bar. A brave one came over and made small talk with me and soon the others joined him.I lost track of time and of the number. Definitely worse.Crack.Crack.Tears poured from Violet’s eyes over her cheeks, she yelped and cried in pain as the Headmaster whipped her breasts. She looked up at the Headmaster between waves of pain, tried to concentrate through blurred vision on the man inflicting this upon her. He was smiling.Crack.?Ow you fucking son of a bitch!? cursed Violet, as her breasts screamed in agony. ?Goddamned fucked-up-?Crack.She began swearing like a kid with Tourette’s Syndrome on a sugar high. She didn’t.