Davis, does anything strike you as odd about me? DoI seem out of sorts to you?" I asked as I cocked my head and waited forhis reply.Davis sighed. "Nop.... You look to be your usual self. Skirts a bitshort...but I guess if the principal doesn't have a problem with it Idon't either." He said matter of factly as he zipped up and headed overto wash his hands. "I'll tell you...in my day a boy wouldn't wear suchrevealing stuff...I suppose times change..." he mumbled to himself ashe lathered his hands. ”He discovered that Madame Parrish was inside the main home after looking around and because she was in a wheelchair he did nothing to bind her or harm her. He told her that he was the new owner of this plantation and that she and everything on it belonged to him.The next day he made Abigail and Charles show him how they dressed us as ponies each day to plant while Madame watched from the porch. Madame threatened him if he harmed Abigail but Mr. Grimes ignored the threats.Once Abigail finished. She rolled the top of her dress down and began rubbing her nipples. He had one hand on the wheel and one finger on her clit. "You are mine until i drop you off Sunday night, understand?", as he slipped a finger up her tight pussy. She came immediately, closing her eyes, gripping his right knee and squeezing it until her orgasm was over, slowly muttering "yes daddy."After processing what just happened, she began to open her eyes and saw him struggling with his belt. She leaned over and helped. He had kept her on edge all week since her infraction and now she was being "cuckqueened" - made to watch as he took his pleasure out in another woman. Made to listen to another woman moan as she was teased by her Master. Made to witness another woman in the delicious agony of her Master's lovemaking. Susan couldn't help but be jealous and envious of the woman's predicament.Susan didn't know how much more of this she could take. She was wet... dripping wet. Soaking wet as she tasted her pussy.