“Thanks. Now Gus ... His name?”Gus stopped and opened his whiskey, took a swig, closed the bottle, and pocketed it. “Okay, but you gotta promise...me somtin’. Okay girl?”“What?”He got serious and pointed at her. “You promise to take care o’ dat boy. You get him off the streets! You take him home! You give him a bed and food and a bath and everything else he needs. Dat boy needs a home, an’ he needs love. And dat ain’t cause he’s special. It’s because he’s a boy, an he been through some rough. *Slam*The sound of the front door closing echoed through the unfurnished house, she stood up straight and went straight back to painting, I promptly released her nipples and quickly scurried across the room to carry on painting.I was just hoping they wouldn’t realize how little progress I had made, luckily as soon as they got in the room they badgered us both to take a “well earned break”.After the quick break we continued painting our way through the house and pretty soon we. .. to force me into some foolish move. Well, I won’t do it. I have more sense than that. Let these imbeciles play their little games. In her heart... at root... she was still a Princess. That was something to give her grace and strength. Something they could not defeat. Venetia began to speak again. “Tomorrow, slave,” she said, “I am going to punish you. For defying me. I am going to do so personally. Which is something rare for me.” She smiled slightly. “So you should consider that something. . I never realized it could be like that," she said.I kissed her bare shoulder. "Then yes I will be doing that more then. We're not through yet."It was a wonderful week with my little slut and I took great pleasure in her, using every hole and showing her things she had never seen before. She loved everything we did too. She loved serving me and she loved being my slut.When our agreed-upon week of slavery ended, there was no question in either of our minds that it would continue on permanently..