Jean-Baptiste grabbed my hand, gently but firmly. Don’t be sorry, he said, then he kissed it. I felt tingly all over when his lips touched my hand. ...hat’s sweet, I said, practically gushing. Jean-Baptiste smiled. Thank you milady, he said in a mock-British accent, then we both laughed. That evening, long after Jean-Baptiste left, I lay on my bed, thinking about him. The brother is good-looking, smart and successful. He’s learning about Islam. Still, he’s bisexual. Could he love a woman like me?. " Rick ordered me. I did as I was told, then two seconds later James grabbed my head and said "Open up" and shot another huge load all over my face and in my mouth. "Swallow it," I was again ordered. And again, I did as I was told, the taste was a little bitter but I was able to get it down without gagging. I was able to feel the hot cum all over my face and was not sure what I should do with it. I did not want to make them mad and be punished again so I sat there waiting for instructions.. He moved the cane up, pushing up one of her breasts with the edge of the cane. “I am the Lord of the Manor, if you don’t obey me, those lovely titties will dance under the lash of my cane.” He would love to whip her tits with the cane, making them dance as the whippy cane hit the lovely flesh with a thick thud.“I’m a good girl Master. I will obey,” Matilda said as she felt the harsh cane rubbing her silky flesh, stimulating the nipple in spite of the pain.“Your sister is very good at obeying,. .. , “ Tabby smirked.“Don’t call them that, please. No Bible terminology if we can avoid it. No euphemisms. Call them who they are ... they’re Donny and Marie Osmond, Mormon country star has-beens. And while we’ve left them alone, they’re still roasting people alive. I have it on good authority that those killed by them are having a great time in Hell, though,” I scoffed as I looked at the latest reports on the progress of my policies.“Yep ... lots of fun. Round-the-clock frat parties, binges,.