Driving down the highway, I spied a person on the road side, pulling off with emergency lights on. I slowed and passed them. In my rear view, I was su...prised to see some blonde hair and soft white skin, very different from the people who usually had car problems on this road. I suddenly felt the good sumaritan need to help if I could, so I pulled over and backed up. There wasn't much traffic.She was out, wet and nervous and cold, looking at a tire. The thing was flat and wrecked. She noticed me. So I was going to have to do this the old-fashioned way.I tickled her.Marissa was quite ticklish, and at the very least it always got her blood racing. She giggled and laughed and tried to fight me off, but I used my superior physicality to whip her shirt off. And while I kept tickling, I pinned her ass against my hips with an arm around her waist while I got her bra off as well.I finally let up on the tickling and began kissing the back of Marissa's neck, her skin now very sensitive to my. She then said, “Our Masters will be with you shortly.” I then noticed diamond studded collars around their necks, queen of spade tattoo’s on their upper left breasts and on their right ankles.I was sipping my wine when I saw two large, very black men enter. They clapped their hands and the two women left. One man said, “They are our wives in a non-traditional way. You see, we are their Masters and they are our slaves. Without question, they do what ever we tell them to do. Their pussies. "That's much better. Now lets see everything - walk around a bit and turn around for us so we can see all of you. Go on, parade for us like a fashion model."She paraded up and down the room, receiving very appreciative noises from them all."Now, come back here." She stood in front of him."Give us a guided tour of your body, and don't use the text book words, we like to hear our Princesses talk dirty, otherwise it will be back up on your toes for another session with the crop girl. Start at the.