After a few minutes, I went inside to check on how things were progressing with Marvin and Angie. Angie was saying, "I want to go. I have not liked be...ng subject to the whims of men. If Marvin can't handle that, then a termination will occur." Angie, dear," he said, "I am not happy with men leading like they do here at Moreno and leaving women out. It's just difficult to leave our farm after all the work we have put into it."I stayed out of things not even approaching the table. Angie saw me. She bowed her head, doing her best to ignore their hoots and laughs, just like mommy had said. Why did they always pick her? Another bout of mutters and giggles, before a second taunting shout. ‘Here you go fart face, a toothpick for the gap in your teeth!’ A stick came sailing past her vision, landing in her lap with cruelly perfect accuracy. Her eyes flew wide as she registered the eight legged bug clinging for dear life to the end of the stick. She immediately leaped up with a shriek,. I groaned, watching my lamia slave feasted, her ears twitching, thrust out of her tawny hair. Zanyia’s purrs rumbled out of her throat. She pressed her face tighter against my sisters snatch. Kora bucked, her breasts jiggling, the pendant sliding between them.I grasped my sister’s left breast, my thumb stroking across her tattoo, following the flowering vine up to her nipple. She moaned louder, my thumb massaging her pink nipple. Her passion hummed around my dick, my balls aching.Her hand. . mistress" he stuttered."For that, I'm giving you an assignment. I want you to say that yourname is Joan. That you love that name, and no other one suits you. Ialso want you to day that you love wearing pretty dresses and flirtingwith men. And that you are happy to do what I tell you, to be my slaveuntil I no longer want you."Joe's mouth moved, but lines of strain showed on his forehead."Say it now!" she thundered."M...my name is ...j...Joan. I..l...love that name, nnno other namesuits me..