.. I have no name. I'm just a slave."Constance nodded. "Very good. You passed the first test."She darted out the door, coming back with an electronic ...ablet and a small tote bag. She wrote something on the tablet then set it down on the desk. Picking up the riding crop, and pulling out the cage key from the bag, she walked over to the trapped slave."There are two main jobs of a slave. Do you know what they are?" Constance asked, as she unlocked the cage.She shook her head no, as she crawled. I'm tired of it and you are making a fool of yourself." Mrs. Johansson sounded upset. She said, "Look, Bob is a good friend. If you don't want to go tonight, don't but I'm going." Oh no, I thought. This definitely would not be good. It was easy to understand why Mr. Johansson was jealous. His wife, Bridget, was beautiful. For being in her mid-thirties, she was by far the hottest babe in town making it easy to see where Becky got her good looks. Rumor had it that Bridget had been a model and. After a last few licks Iliafray raised her head “ Good morning Mistress” then she started to lick her fingers clean of Sophia’s juices. Sophia looked at Iliafray momentarily confused before she remembered yesterday’s conversation and smiled with a sense of wicked delight “Good morning my little pet, now finish your morning duties and then we will discuss how naughty of you it is that you have not got your collar on” she pressed Iliafray’s head back towards her cunt. Getting the message. Taneesha was flying by the time they left."Woooo... I never had such a killer breakfast! What do you call those thingamathingees we had?" Ramos fizzes?" Wow! And the view! Awesome, Laura. I can't believe you get to live here... and, like, go to breakfast there whenever you want to." Oh, I don't go there very often. Only for a special treat."Now Taneesha lowered her eyelids and made a transparently sexy face at Laura, who was driving back across the Bridge and could not take her eyes off the.