I don't know how old she was but she had grey hairs in her black hair so I guess she was pretty old. I often helped her get whatever she neeeded and w...uld position my self so I could get a bit of a look at her tits or up her skirt -- which I managed quite often. Especially at lunchtimes when she would sit with the others out the back in the sunshine - always with her legs apart because her thighs were too fat to close properly. That's when I would see the tops of her stockings and the white. Naomi clipped the chain to the band she wore on her left wrist and said to Susan, "Watch what happens when I press this button."Naomi pressed a button on the wrist band and the slave jumped about a foot in the air and came down to writhe on the floor. Naomi released the button, but the slave writhed for an additional one or two minutes. When the slave had quieted down, Naomi said, "Slave, show our visitor where the chain is connected to your pussy."The slave, still in obvious pain, moved. ? stephanie, still in a state of shock, turned slightly, reached under her fashionableskirt, and pulled down her panties, stepping out of them. ?Just leave themon the floor,? he ordered. she turned her back and began to unbutton her blouse. ?Modestyis unbecoming a foundation hostess. Turn around and face me, when you unbuttonyour blouse. DO IT.? Without arguing, she obeyed, removed her blouse, and reachedbehind her back to unclasp her bra. At that moment, there was a knock on thedoor. stephanie. "Like before, I lay limp beneath him. I could not face my son while he despoiled me. I feared his seed. My body danced without will from his pumping hips. "Maybe you don't need to go into town." He mused aloud. His bucking speed up. His shallow strokes lengthened. I felt a heat I had known when his father took me gently. A woman I knew well once confessed that the heat became a mad thing that exploded like her husband. I had never felt that, but it eased my fears. I thought about the woman's.