While here, however, you belong to me, and to my men, and shall act in thehumble ways of a slave or lose some skin. The choice is yours, as will be th...consequences of your actions." "You scum dare not threaten me, as your scurvy crew will rot in prisonor the mines as soon as my father learns of my situation." I turned to the men and smiled. This was the usual response from rich bitches.Motioning to the doctors and my First Mate, Jorge, I stood back from the girland approached the wide rail on. I could have done so many other things. Sometimes I just can't explain why I do the things I do.Looking for amusement, I stopped at a local park and was watching a men's softball game, whilesitting in my car. This was not a particularly high-class game but it was interesting. At least it was until a family came from the parking lot onto the nearby tennis court. That changed things.I didn't pay much attention to the family at first. I noticed that there was a man and a woman, a girl of about 12. Show me that big black ass. White Mama has been missing riding that good thing.”As I gently lifted the dress over my hips and then over my head, I was gyrating my hips in small circles. I then did a move that I knew would through Connie into space. I began bouncing up and down so that my ass cheeks were clapping against each other. I knew I had her now.“Bitch, I am about to jump through this phone and beat your stripper ass. How you gonna clap that ass for me and I can’t even smack it?” Connie. Slut 1 was once a homemaker from Tucson and Slut 2 had been a nun from Canada. I let them leave, and stay where I am, watching the helicopter fly off. As it fades away into the distance, I hear a telltale jingling of metal on metal approach me from behind. "Master?" The deep, though still feminine voice gently asks. "Yes?" Mistress Bitchcraft walks in front of me. "Your table is back in place, no lasting damage will be done. Also, the Hole is healing nicely. Her arm and leg stubs are completely.