Nora slowly and methodically tied down his arms to the chair in such a fashion that he could not move them. Then she spread his legs and tied his ankl...s firmly to the base of the chair.“There we go John…. All snug and restrained.” She cooed. She stepped in front of him and gazed into his eyes. Her scent was overpowering. He felt a quiver run through his stomach."Now tell me... you like big breasts, don't you John?...All the boys do!...Most of the little boys I fuck love these big old tits!" she. “Do not speak unless you have been given permission.” She placed the blindfold over her eyes and kissed her lips. Then she cuffed her hands behind her and went to the kitchen to help with dinner. After the two girls had eaten, they took turns feeding the captive Nadine, telling her how good she was being as well as what a beautiful fuck toy she was gonna make. She was good at staying silent, tripping up their plans to slap her more when she spoke. Finally, she got tripped up when Vicky. No more blazers, and jackets and polished shoes. I want shorts and t-shirts and bare feet. If people want to use the pool they can. I want barbecue’s as often as possible. I want the bar to be well stocked. Friday nights are to be a social night where anyone in the house is to come to the pool or dining room for a couple of hours." "Should I write this down?" "Just pass it on. I don't want there to be a separate eating area for staff. If it is your dinner time than eat in the main dining room,. By the time I was fourteen I had worked too, although not legally. Mostly I’d done things like shine shoes, deliver newspapers, run errands. I think I was fifteen when Mom got a job in an office for the first time. I don’t even know why she applied for it – she'd never done that kind of work. Desperation, I guess. Anyway, this guy had a business selling boats – big expensive boats. Yachts, almost. Mom’s job was sort of ill-defined. She wasn’t really a secretary or accountant, or even a.