It started off with Daddy taking me to a private dungeon to show off how much of a good girl I was. My fourteen-year-old body was on display for the o...her Master’s and their submissive sex slaves, some as young as me, others older. There were even mother/daughter teams of submissives.That should have been a clue for what happened when we returned home.I was flogged, canned, and spanked by Daddy at the dungeon. Then I was fucked by every master in there. A Black man, with his huge cock, even. Not the right image theirstore wanted to project, it was said. Since their supermarket didn't sell purses, Roger removed his name tagand left the building. He went down the strip mall and looked at the prices,finalyl selecting one he liked. He tried to remember if there were betterprices when he had been window shopping before, but then decided to buyit. "How can I help you, Mr. Bucks?" The woman behind the counter askedas she referred to the store name on Roger's uniform shirt; which she. Martin once said I lacked some special kind ofmanagement skill. When he said that, I just shrugged my shoulders and walked away. That had been too many years ago to count. Nonetheless it all got done as usual, and within the time frame i had in mind. The only item with a time limit was the storage building. It was complete within one week, not the three days. I ignored the penalty. Everything else just happened, when it happened.The plastering boss show up one day and promised to get right on. .until...her orgasm finally took control of her. She moaned with the cock in her mouth and tried to thrust her hips to feel every moment. The men smiled and the leader said, she likes being fucked... The man pulled out of her pussy and shot his hot sticky cum all over her vest... There, he said, a little snack for you later.... The leader pulled her up off the rock and had her kneel in front of the three other men. She couldn't really move with her pants down around her boots and one the men.