But feeling her naked little body was a good part of what I’d been missing, and I hugged her to me and vice-versa.“You like it?” I asked.“Mmmm...,” she sighed beautifully, “I was cumming my head off. Like, I don’t know, several times each. I had Nuru and Wekesa and Simon!”“I had Femi and Desta and Nuru,” I smiled, “and sucked Wekesa.”“So for the full set I need Femi and Desta. Should I suck one of them?”“I wouldn’t bother about sucking, it wasn’t that great.”“Oh okay. They each feel a bit. Shortly his breathing slowed as he drifted off to sleep. Susan sat back and watched him. The love they had was complete and she smiled as she recalled their turbulent life together. Neta reappeared and asked if she needed anything, Susan couldn’t think of anything at the moment, so Neta left for the island, taking Susan’s old clothes in the bag she came with. This scene replayed for three weeks, before Susan felt able to go home at night, the short trip to the island leading her back totheir. " Please Mistress," she cried, "mercy!" You're still new at this, Janet. When you've been a slave like Tiffany, then you can ask for mercy. For now, I have to test your limits."Tiffany could do nothing but watch, as Janet had to take the riding crop for the second time that night. She felt sorry for her companion in slavery. She knew that while Janet was in agony from her torment, she was perhaps secretly enjoying it. She had seen many slave girls in all her years of being one. Tiffany had. She could use the money for whatever she wanted, usually food or cigarettes. She walked to the McDonalds on one end of the parking lot. The night staff were not surprised by her attire. They frequently had girls come in at all hours of the night, during all times of the year, in even less clothing than Angels studded bra, vest, shorts and combat boots. This area was known to be crawling with girls looking for work and willing to get their knees dirty for quick money. Angel pocketed the money.