The stockings remained on her dresser until the afternoon before trash day. We always put the trash out the night before because they come so early in...the morning. My father was the one who put the trash out when we were very young. He had thrown the kitchen trash into the big can in the garage and was beginning to go through the house to empty the wastebaskets. There was one in each bathroom and one in my parent’s room. As he finished the bathrooms and began to empty the wastebasket in his. "Three," I said. Then I heard the door to the punishment room open. "Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but there is a very important phone call you better take." Her secretary said. I felt so embarrassed, for her secretary to come in while I was being caned and nearly naked, while bent over the wooden horse."Can't they call back in about five minutes?" Miss Jones asked."No, it's about what happened to a student this afternoon. You better take the call." Her secretary said."Okay, I'll take. The maid held a small glass in readiness to catch the seed from the dominated male. Zara gasped as she neared orgasm, aware of the grinning eyes of the maids and Suki looking on; they all knew Dean's fate and were pleased to watch this part of his preparation, Dean could only guess that the notes and measurements taken were for his coffin, Zara would now remind him of his ultimate submission and enhance both her orgasm and his. She summoned all her control as the partly feminised cur lapped. I came up behind Beth, played with her boobs, and presented an almost stiff penis between her legs. She moaned in gentle delight. Hey, no lie, I was having fun too. Chrissy wanted and got the same treatment. I watched my ladies enjoying themselves.It was time. I turned off the jets.“I want my ladies to be happy. Not just here but for the rest of your lives. I know you hate your parents. I think I know why: money. Money does not buy happiness. Money does things to people. I’m only guessing that.