“Emma it is then.” I stated.“Thank you Master.” Emma said.I watched her for a moment as I enjoyed my drink. She stood nervously; I knew all gi...ls were trained to kneel in the presence of a Master or Mistress, which is why I was having her stand. She tried to keep her movements in check but I noticed the nervous fidget as I sipped in my drink and drank in her body. The way she wanted to cover herself with her hands only to force them back into position…the way she slightly put her weight from. She is not a cruel person, but she is pragmatic. Whn Kunta deserves a lash, he must get one - soemtimes even when he does not, to impress upon him who is boss. Julia is good natured and since Oliver is a hard worker and does not complain or skive off, she has only rare occasion to whip him. She even makes him lemonade when he does a good job and since her husband died, she started letting Kunta use her bathroom to wash. This she felt he had earned as since the other slaves died he must work. Terrified to let that thick knot pop out of me, I squeezed shut as firmly as I could. But the dog persisted. And not only did he persist, but he seemed confident that he would win. He slipped off of my back and I felt him turn, twisting his cock as he came to be ass to ass to me. With this newfound leverage he gave a stronger thrust that I almost failed to hold. Then he gave one final push and I felt nine inches of engorged knot and cock rip right past my sphincter and out of my body. I. "For a moment she paused. "Did she finally get rid of him?" I prompted."Oh, yes," she said. "She called the cops on him, and they talked to him, but there was nothing they could really do. Then she got a court order, a restraining order that he had to keep away. The day after she got it he found her in a restaurant having lunch. He walked over and sat down, and when she started to get up he pulled out a gun and pointed it at her." He shot her?" I was appalled."No, he just kept pointing it at.