"Great show, princess. Jake will surely have some funwith you. We need to make sure you can earn your keep and repay us." ... ***Brad had been in college studying art history and was going to graduatein a month. There was never enough money to go around and he didseveral jobs to make ends meet. He shared an apartment with his step-sister BobbieJo and they managed. It was difficult but they managed tolive reasonably.After Brad. "His eyes widened. "Yes Mistress..." as if he wasn't expecting those words tocome out of his mouth.My smile quirked at the edges as I took it in. There was something powerfulinside me with this ability. "You know hun, I think it's time we end theargument over whether or not the broken thralls were converted by the pussyor not... Now get on your back" I smiled he complied and then as I leanedover and started to undo his pants."You don't have to do this Dana..." he said,almost pleading but having. I could see movement out of the corner of my eye and looked over to see John pulling Beth's blouse over her head exposing the fact that she had no bra on. Her tits were just delightful little things. Karen's were already larger than Beth's were. The nips were already hard and stuck out at least an inch.My distraction had slowed my own actions and Bill took the offensive from me. He did the same as John and pulled my blouse up exposing my rather heavy duty bra. Anything lacy or very sexy was not. High on the ridge of mountainous hills above them, a small band of men watched them carefully, studying everything they did. Captain George Montrose of Edinburgh led the band of MacRae men back to their camp, high up near Ben Laga by Loch Nr, taking time to write in his journal everything he saw the MacDonald’s doing. Anything they planned, he would have a counter to it without them knowing. He smiled to himself, feeling he would be the turning point in the battle and make an statement worth.