You're half right, though. I doubt she's ever served a master who didn't tell her exactly what to do, usually with a kick behind it."Theresa wanted to...answer, to tell them it hadn't been like that, but she knew better than to speak without permission. That permission was quickly granted when another master, HER master, spoke. "Is that correct, dear? Was your last master such a brute that you can't recognize a less harsh one?"She kept her eyes down as she replied, "No, Master. My husband was. ”“We didn’t want to compromise the structure,” Adam explained, “so we decided to leave the layout as-is. It’s a pretty big kitchen.”“Indeed. There are buyers who don’t like open-concept. I doubt if you had started knocking down walls that you’d get a return on your investment.” Peter opened his briefcase, removed a manila folder and flipped it open. “I think we discussed a priced-to-sell figure of two eighty-nine,” he said. “I think the comps support that, and it is a desirable. ''What did I tell you when you first came into my home, your body now belongs to us, and we will decide if you are allowed to play with yourself, not you.' Lowering her eyes to the floor, 'lift your leg again,’ as she did she knew she was dribbling, her clit on full show, wanting to cum again, her tits leaking, her clit getting as hard as any cock, she couldn’t help it. 'You want to cum again, don’t you?' Paul said smiling. 'And you know if you do you will be whipped as you have not been. I was rubbing my panty/petticoat/saree-clad cunt fervently. He saw that too. “I’ll help you remove them. You’ll feel more comfortable.” He said, stopping his sucking act. “Yess…. Pleasssssseeee… do it…” I was panting and almost moaning.The anklets were making tinkling sounds as I stretched my legs. He moved to my legs and pulled my saree folds that were tugged along my hips. Then he carefully undid the knots of my petticoat, pulling it along with my wet panty in one swift movement.I can’t.