?Are you ready?? he asks Joanne as he runs the leather belt over her skin.?Yes? yes sir,? she croaks. She tries one more time to get out of her punish...ent: ?Please, sir, I'll do better next time. You don't have to strap me with your belt, sir.??Well, perhaps you are right. Perhaps I'll just call Mistress Margo and let her know that her company hires people who can't follow simple instructions and respect the privacy of the client. I've never had someone try to enter my closet before today,. Lorraine stepped up behind him, but didn't say anything. He spoke again, in angry tones, "Hey, assholes, open the door so we can help her." She hadn't known the gender of the screamer, but the man had either had slightly better hearing, or was making a possibly unwarranted assumption. "Now, assholes, before I kick it down."The door slid open, and the man strode in, glancing over his shoulder briefly at Lorraine as if to encourage her to join him. As he stepped into the room, the anger left his. He was nervous about having all this power and very little experience, he didn’t want to do something he couldn’t repair. And he did have his father to provide some guidance. ‘Well,’ he shrugged, ‘I can’t complain about being bored.’ As he walked to the door, he changed his clothes to fit his mood, Dockers slacks, a loose fitting muscle shirt and no shoes. Arriving at the door and sensed April’s presence on the other side and opened the door, ‘Hey you,’ he said as he laid eyes on her. She. The rich scent of pee, shit and cunt juice filled her nostrils, and her dreams.Karen looked forward to Friday nights with hot anticipation. It was on these evenings that she, her best friends, Gretchen and Cindy spent the evening at Katrina's home playing deliciously filthy lesbian toilet games. She always left Saturday morning with a full belly and a satiated pussy.The teenager's heart sank a bit as her mother pulled into Gretchen and Katrina's driveway. The house was dark save for a single.