”What are you talking about I am awake, your acting crazy you have to stop!” He started yelling and crying. ”Chrysanthemum, Please, Please wake ...p!” The room turned to light and she disappeared along with Jessy and there lovely life. She felt a pain sweep through her and started to cough. She oped her eyes to see Nick wipe the blood from his own mouth. Tears were running down his face. She lifted her hand and put it to her face and flinched in pain, then looked at her hand, completely covered.. I was excited for the call back to the play. The story was based on a very good-looking black man and a very pretty white wife. The play was to show the modern troubles of a mixed marriage especially with repeated overseas military deployments as a marital stressor. They wanted the wife to be attractive and they wanted to show that in today’s life, problems still did exist even in our open-minded times. I was one of five women called back to read one last time for the part. I was so excited. He reached out and clipped the leash He held in his hand to the O-ring on my collar. "Hands and knees."I did as He commanded and crawled behind him down the hallway, to the playroom and over to the bench. As soon as we stopped He tugged the leash and I rose to my feet. Unclipping it, He turned and put it away as I eyed the bench. The bench was, in fact, a custom made piece that He had handcrafted specifically for play purposes. Being an engineer, He had used his knowledge and skills to design. I moved her hands away and smacked her ass again and again. Twenty times in total, her ass was now nice and red. Sally was whimpering on the sofa.I put my hands between her legs and felt her pussy. She was very wet. She must have enjoyed her ass slapping. I got her wet pussy juices and rubbed it over Sally's little ass hole. It was nice and small; I covered her juices over it, my cock starting to get hard again."Have you ever been fucked up the arse Slut?" No Master." She replied nervously.I.