In conversation with those who know me I am simply “Four,” in our frequent playtime I am “Slave Four,” or more formally “Slave Girl Four - P...operty of Master Joe.”In my mind, in both of my hearts, the muscle in my chest and the heart of indelible ink in my dermis atop that muscle, I am truly the owned property of Master Joe. There are other names and symbols, those of my family, inked in my pale Celtic dermis as well.Five is my best friend and fellow slave girl, her number is one of those. " she said unconvincingly. "You know it's not right." Her breath was coming in quick heaves."I've spied on you Mother." Tommy blurted out. "I've spied on you and I have dreams about you." Tommy! Stop it! This talk... it isn't right. ," she said, almost in a mumble. But her eyes were locked on the swell in the crotch of his pants. " I. . .I think you better go." Don't you get horny Mom?" Tommy slurred. "I mean since Daddy died, whose been filling your pussy?" Tommy!" Sally gasped. "How dare you. I left to office in the morning as usual and Sunil leaves a bit late. My wife made a call to Sunil and said that she needs a help from him.She told that Rahul has already left to the office and her bathroom door was jammed and she was not able to come out after her bath and also said that the front door of the house is open and requested him to help her open the bathroom door. Sunil came inside our home and tried to open the door which was closed from inside. After some repeated attempts for 10. I told them we should take shots back at the hotel. My buddy didn't want to go but Amy certainly did. I knew it was on at that point. I told my buddies not to come back for awhile. Me and Amy walked back to the hotel which was only a block away, all the while exchanging playful touching and kissing. The hotel had only 6 floors and we were on the 6th. We got to my room but Amy kept walking down the hallway. I ran to catch up with her. Apparently she'd been here before because she found the.