.'That's more like it' he said 'How does my boy feel so far?' he asked. 'Very good Sir, thank You Sir', I replied, knowing some manners a slave should...have towards his owner ... and that's what he was for the time being of course. 'With that plug I can flush your ass regular, you'll get only assorted fluids and vitamins for food, so it won't be a problem and your current outfit will remain on from now on, boy. I'll add as I see fit any time, but this current one will not be off so soon. he said. Our tendency had always been to let the children go with whichever parent they wanted. They switched about regularly. This afternoon, I had Bobbi, our second oldest, and nine years old. Her full name is Roberta Pamela but we all called her, Bobbi. Charlie chose Bennie, as did little Doris Janice. Doris was almost three and seemed to like the view from on high from either Bennie or Robby. She didn't mind me either as I was almost six feet tall myself. She liked heights. Our third was with Robby. ”“I’m not your slave, Dustin,” Bridgette said, eyes flaring as she reached up to wipe away the spit. “I’m a slut and I love cock and being treated like a whore, but I am not a slave. I decide who I fuck, not you.”The boy was on her in a second, grabbing her hand and twisting it behind her back in a brutal hammerlock. His other hand sank into her hair snapping her head back, so that she was forced to look up into his face. Slowly, deliberately, he spit into her face again, this time aiming for. One day when no one was home I went out with my friends and drank till my friends stopped me. I reached home and found my Chachi was there alone. I went to my room and started watching TV and seeing a fuck scene something happened to me and I headed for my Chachi. When I reached her floor she was watching TV. I went to her and asked for some oil massage pretending a headache. She agreed and gave me an oil massage. Now I said that I’ll also give her a massage. Seeing me drunk she agreed.