My poor bum felt so blistered my showers were very cold to relieve my stress. Mistress Denise made me so nervous I couldn’t seem to get the simpl...st tasks done to her satisfaction, resulting in, you guessed it; a spanking. I wanted out of this hell-hole. My rightful place was in the house of Master John, Mistress Julia and my sub sister Taliya. Maybe today I could be returned home. I truly hoped so. I didn’t want to spend another weekend here. I was told by Mistress Denise. "I led them to my house and into my large bedroom. Jean immediately stripped and lay down on the bed, spreading her legs wide and fingering herself."Get over here," she said. "Stick that cock of yours inside my dripping pussy. Make me scream."I bent over her and sucked on her big tits, licking her nipples, flicking them with my tongue while she fingered herself with increasing urgency.I looked over to see Claudia holding her small, firm, naked breasts, caressing them, and Erma with two hands in. Something was not right. How come I had never seen that building before? When I reached my destination, an attendant gave me a glass with a clear liquid inside it. I thought it was a sprite, and took it inside with me.Inside the party was at its peak. Everyone danced as if they were drunk. The music was deafening. I took a sip from my glass. And instantly regretted it.It wasn’t sprite, it was alcohol. But It didn’t affect me as it did to other children. They were drunken dead. But I was. She didn’t tell me too much except that this salon had some unusual styles. One was called “nuru massage.” I had never heard of it, but it sounded interesting. The word, “nuru,” I learned, means to rub, especially with something slithery. I wondered what it would be like. A quick google search for “nuru massage” revealed countless websites with detailed descriptions of what promised to be very sensual and stimulating, to say the least. Video clips revealed the variety of special techniques.