I am going to Mr. Marshall?s mansion. I am afraid of whatwill happen there. I know I will be beaten, but not how, or how much. Where, Ido know; all ov...r. It?s always on a Thursday, though not on all of them, that Igo to Mr. Marshall?s, always alone, and always nude under my one allowed pieceof clothing. I never know when I will go. Sometimes Paul, my master, willtell me in the morning, after I?ve showered and shaved him, as he dresses,maybe as he does his tie: ?Today you have an appointment. ”“You are a slut then. In that case you’d better take the rest of your clothes off. If you don’t we’ll rip them off you.”I looked at Jenny, then Tony. They were both a lot taller than me and I wouldn’t have been able to fight them.I started stripping. When I was done Jenny said,“Right slut, get back over that table.”Reluctantly I bent over the table.“Open those legs slut.”I did; and soon felt my butt hurt again. Jenny’s spanking went on and on and on. My butt was hurting and I was screaming and. THAT! I said as I pointed to the outfit, thats when I noticed the bottom of the outfit. Her slim, tanned legs were visible up to the inner thighs. Where it changed from tan and soft to a black and hard substance. But even through how hard the substance was, it was freely bending to each curve of her ass and you could even see the slightest bit of her pussy lips molding to the leather curves. There even looked like a small bit of wetness as she rubbed her thighs together. Oh Brandon&hellip,.. Innocent banter. Until the topic blowjob was brought up. Glenn complained at how long itd been since hed gotten head. At this point she produced her little camera that had a video function, pressed some buttons, and handed it to me, and from then on, everything she described happening was really just narration for what I was now watching — shed set up her camera in the hotel, slyly! It took just a few minutes before Sara had crawled up between his legs while he laid back on the bed, pulled his.