"Thank you Master for you gift," Miyoko panted.Tom kissed her gently, tenderly. "You didn't cum?" No, Master." Hikaru will attend to you," Tom said."T...ank you, Master!" She climbed off of him, turning to face me; my eyes fell on her exposed breasts wet with Tom's saliva. "Hikaru-sama, will you graciously pleasure me?" Of course, Miyo-tan," I smiled, using my pet for my daughter.I knelt before my daughter, so proud of her for not cumming despite all the ways Tom pleasured her. She was turning. I liked the touch and she liked it as we were having fun and laughing and she said it feels good to hug and lets do this often and thus a tradition was set up to imitate whatever we saw in a romantic movie and whatever we liked watching in TV.Since we were alone after our schools in afternoon and we used to to hug each other and bite each other as fun apart from playing different child games and generally in evenings we had a bunch of friends whom we used to meet up and play games like cricket,. Every senior prisoner was fond of him. Sodomy was an accepted common practice. And Sahul was so accommodative. He was in love with my father and mad after my dad’s big thing, it seemed. He used to call my dad ‘maamaa’ and loved to take the big thing in his mouth too, a privilege he never entertained with others. From the frequent narrations of Sahul’s episodes, I picked up the point that my father was fond of blowjobs. One day, under the same banyan tree, where I was deflowered, I decided to. “If he gets uppity yank his tit chain,” offered Madame.The Servant undid the Captive’s restraints and he flopped to the floor like a puppet whose strings have been snipped. “Crawl to the pillory, dog. On all fours like the bitch you are.”She stuck the toe of a boot up his arse crack to guide him on the way. The Servant picked him up easily and secured his head and wrists in the pillory.“Face down, ass up. What a sorry fucking spectacle you present. “Mistress Wanda inspected him contemptuously.