With the make up finished, I opened the final package. A longblonde wig that would fall to my shoulders. At least I hoped it would. Ifitted the small ...ap first. A sort of hairnet that went over my shortishbrown hair, covering it completely. Then I pulled the wig on After I hadput it on and pinned it into place, I brushed it out. It fell to myshoulders in golden waves. Then I grabbed the blue high heels and placedmy feet into the arched shoes, strapping them around my nylon cladankles.I opened. The next thing I knew, there was a searing pain against my butt. “Oww!” I yelped. “What the hell was that?”He didn't answer me, he just smacked me again with whatever was in his hand.“Oww! Oh God, that really hurts!” Anthony still didn't answer me. He hit me one more time before telling me that it was my hair brush.He kissed me once on the lips before returning to whip my bottom with my hair brush. “Count,” he said. “I want you to count aloud how my times I spank you.”“Okay!” He waited a few. Seeing how slutty the teens I watched must feel having two cocks in their mouths, two cocks in their holes pumping in and out at the same time, and two cocks cumming all over their faces made me almost go out of my mind with lust as I wanted to be fucked senseless like this so much. I was so desperate to suck those cocks dry of that thick warm cum that I started to realise that I might have to look beyond my boyfriend for my sexual pleasure.So a couple of days later, he and a couple of the guys. How to wash panties and fold the clothes. All of that stuff. Itwas tiring and what made it worse was when I questioned, or complainedshe hit me with some leather riding crop she got. I got a sharp hit tomy thigh or butt when I made a mistake. My thigh was red and hurting by the end of the day and I was exhaustedfrom the day of intensive training to be her housemaid. She finally letme go into my room at the end of the day. My muscles were aching badlyfrom all of the training. I was shocked to.