”Bobby thought, “Yes, Your Highness,” took another drink and kissed her toe.She shifted her legs and Bobby saw her panties again. He couldn’t...believe it. She was beautiful.She looked down at him, “You are a better slave than I thought you’d be. I like you.”Bobby didn’t know what to say so just said, “Yes, Your Highness.”“Or is this just a trick to get me to drink some poisoned coke? I know, finish that coke and sit in front of me while I watch you turn purple and die, gasping out, ‘I’m. Normally she would have taken her panties off but given the unsettling experience she had just had she decided to keep them on. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Chelsie started and before she could call out the door opened and in strode Mrs Jenkins. Mrs Jenkins was the housekeeper. A warm, plump, motherly lady in her late thirties she was the antithesis of the dreary, faintly sinister atmosphere which the rest of the establishment seemed to exude. "I've brought you a potty," she cried. It was not styled.Women didn't have short hair like I do, unless they're going throughchemotherapy.That brick wall that crashed into me earlier at the running store justcame back for a second round, and it was going for a knock out thistime. I looked down at my pink breast cancer shirt. If Leslie thought Ihad breast cancer, it would explain my short hair and lack of boobs. Shewas holding the new top that the lady at the running store said wasgreat for women who aren't top heavy. Shit. That. Каждые несколько минут они менялись местами, так им было интереснее. Я же сталась вовсю, так как меня от наслаждения била дрожь и я как бы растворялась в их ласках и членах. Это было такое наслаждение – стать главной сучкой у такой бригады взрослых самцов, у которых я еще вчера была девчонкой на побегушках, никем, а теперь от моего тела и дырочек зависело их счастье, их тела , движения во мне.Они были все в моей власти, а я в них. Отчим умело руководил и когда они стали кончать, то предложил им.