What I would like my slave writer to include in the story with regards to Mrs Dougherty and her abuse will be as follows:I would like her tits torture.... Start off by having her hands behind her back standing on a stool naked. She will be just high enough for her tits to be above the level of my head. I will then brutally slap her tits back and forth. Next would come the cane. I would thrash her tits just as hard as I would her ass. After that I would take great pleasure in pulling small clumps. You are entering...The Commission Zone.--------Part 1: Old Friends, New Faces"It's been a year since the outbreak in Lustrum..."For some reason, the news was being played on the televisions at the"Sweet Gainz" gym. The usual music videos and old movies were gone,replaced by a human in a powder-blue suit holding a microphone. Behindhim, a rainbow of swishy-tailed, slender furry males posed in a line forthe camera. Each one was clad in clothing of a different color, eachclose to the color of. "Yours is red," he said. He handed the other one to Becky. "And yours is blue."They were simple dresses, in a gingham checked pattern. Neither was fancy, but both were new."I owed you a dress," he said to Bella. He looked at Becky. "And you just deserved a new outfit."Seconds later Bella was almost climbing on him. Becky, knowing what was about to happen, went into the house to change into her new dress.Eight or ten kisses later, with AJ's hands squeezing her breasts, Bella pushed him away."I. My mind was racing while driving; I knew this may be my one and only chance to fuck her despite her telling me we could meet up some other time. On the way to the station we were passing a closed down Shaw’s Supermarket, and asked her if I could make out with her for a bit in the back since the building was abandoned. Surprisingly she agreed! I was shocked the whole time since she was obviously a normal, clean, educated woman; who grew up in India, went to college in the UK and came to the.