I could put up no resistance. She slapped my ass cheeks hard at an angle under the buttocks and then held me apart tightly.“Look at this hairy, swol...en asshole!” she laughed as she sat on the back of my head. I could feel her wet snatch on the back of my head as she forced my nose into their dirty carpet. They laughed at my asshole as they played with it and spit on my butt crack. The intense humiliation was made worse by the suggestion I hadn’t wiped as thoroughly as I should have.“Oh my god,. The thought of being whipped again wasn't what was scaring her. It was the thought that their time together might involve harsher treatment, and that she might have to explain away marks from whips or restraints. Her desire to be back with Gretchen made her throw caution away, overwhelming her rational mind. "My Mistress will decide what is appropriate treatment for her slave."Gretchen crossed her arms over her breasts and stood looking down at Nina for another full minute while she. I don’t know if he was handsome or not; as I said before I had no interest in kissing him, only in being his girl.“Juliah?” he asks, for this is my favorite girly name. I nod because I’m too nervous to speak. He invites me in and I notice my outfit carefully laid out on the bed. I crouch down to inspect everything, letting my shirt ride up and exposing the top of my little thong above my jeans. I hear him sigh and fall silent at this sight.I examine the clothes, most of which we had agreed upon. I was just as surprised as the girls were. I hadn't thought for a second that Gabrain's mother was still alive. When he had volunteered to come to Aird Driseig I had assumed he was an orphan. Gabrain noticeably bristled at Kirsty's use of 'boy' to describe him, his brows lowering."Kirsty, I had no knowledge that Gabrain's mother was still alive. I would not have knowingly separated them if I had."Gabrain didn't seem to know what all the fuss was about but he was still annoyed at being called a.