“Looks like you have a wet spot on your panties. Does that mean I did a good job?”“An amazing job to be exact.”“Let’s get these soaked pan...ies off you, shall we?” and she stripped my panties off. She sat there just marveled at my pussy.“Your pussy is beautiful! Mind if I take a taste?”“Oh, you better!” I said with a chuckle.I closed my eyes. Then, I felt a long steady lick up my pussy, and I shivered at the feeling, and she was just warming up. She moved up to my clit and did slow deliberate. I agreed that it was."What was she doing here?" he said."She came to discuss some electricals in the house," I lied."So who is this woman that comes out with her?"I just sat and shrugged my shoulders."Well it looks to me like some kind of deal just went on there," hesaid. "I'm wondering whether there has been some kind of theft from theproperty."Again I just looked at him dumb-foundedly."I'm afraid that I'm going to have to perform a strip search on you," hesaid.Realising the implications of. She was Slut now—Alexis was a name, but Slut was her identity, her essence. Alexis had been unhappy, lonely, driven to wear herself out on tasks that didn’t even get people off ... it didn’t make any sense to Slut.Slut was a dripping pussy, a pair of comely tits. Slut was a walking sex-dispenser, and she lived her life happily and with purpose.She lived to serve.Slave lived to serve as well ... perhaps because she wasn’t as fit as Slut, or perhaps because he’d had her longer, but Master. They were able to pet rabbits, a young sheep, a colt, a baby pig, some puppies, and some kittens, as well as look at baby chicks in a warmer. Despite his protests, Jesse seemed to have a good time, and the others certainly did, though Stephie, being not quite one, was a bit afraid of the larger animals. She loved having a bunny rabbit in her lap, though.A drop-dead gorgeous girl, who I guessed was about sixteen or seventeen, came into the pen.“Hi, I’m Jodie! Who do the kids belong to?”“Me,” I.