Daddy got in the car and turned the key. He had a focused and hungry look. "I need to fuck you," he said in his rich, sexy voice and my thighs quivere... at his words. He drove us home in record time. I had barely crossed the threshold behind him when he grabbed my wrist and led me to the living room. "Bend over and put your hands on the table, Babygirl," he said. He gently kicked my feet wider and I felt the pressure of the plug stretching my asshole a fraction wider. I heard Daddy lower his. However, most of the other passengers (and there were very few) chose to fall asleep, and the lights were dimmed to a minimum."Did you see this film in the cinema?" Mamatha asked."I went for it, but I didn't watch it." Why?" her eyes asked teasingly."It's quite a boring film. And I was making out with someone." Hmmm, making out in a movie, that's something I haven't done in a while now…" Let's change that." I said, and leaned over to kiss her.Her lips tasted like something else, a bit of. I could not believe it but Malavika was actually begging me to get him inside. He was surely interested as he will not get to see a really beautiful girl in this situation again.But the man was very frightened that his wife will return soon and agreed to watch from behind me outside the car and promised to keep a watch out for other people. I noticed that his pant front was tented and he was trying to press it against the car. I simply turned around and conveyed this to Malavika only to realize. He explained that each slave would brand Sheila with a small arc indicating her servitude for twelve months. The twelve arcs would themselves be in a circle, which would surround the corporate logo. The corporate logo was a stylish interwoven “BC”. He would burn the corporate logo, into Sheila’s skin himself.George began with shaving Sheila’s pubic hair under the candlelight. She would have enjoyed this process if it hadn’t mark the beginning of pain and suffering. She was going to suffer.