Jefe looked at me and said, ‘Perro! Bitch! Come her, crawl to me.’ Obediently I crawled to El Jefe’s chair. He had slid back some distance from ...he table. He had a napkin in his hand. When I was next to him he wiped my face and chin from all of the food residue, then he slid his penis out of his boxers and said, ‘Show your husband, how good you are at sucking cock. Do a good job and you get a batch and some rest. Do a bad job you will experience a beating AND I will remove one of your husband’s. My little pink nipples were hard from the air conditioning blowing on me. Damon just held the lube and stared at me. Like a scared little boy. He lurched forward and hit the table when Trevor shoved him and told him to get on with it. Then Trevor sat back down and pulled his dick out of his pants.Damon pulled his boxers down and got on the table, straddling. He was only half way hard, and he knew better than to disobey Trevor’s orders. He squeezed some lube on his finger and rubbed it on my. Larry?" asked Gert in her usual pleasant voice."Hell yeah, Aunt Gert, been liking what I see for a while now." So what is it going to cost for this wiring job?" How much do you have?" I asked, just being the typical wise-ass.Aunt Gert had been reading the paper and when I asked her how much she had, she looked at me over the tops of those gold half-moon style glasses and the way the sun caught the tiny diamonds in her beaded neck chain somehow turned me on, like maybe I loved Aunt Gert's. I think it was a different one, though.”“Hmm, each collar probably matches the frequency of a transmitter.” Steele looked at the woman’s long, bare legs. “Is this how Bufford had you dress?”The woman slapped the short, tutu-like skirt down and pressed it to her thighs. “No. Mastuh Jake gave me this to wear. I wore a long dress at Mastuh Bufford’s. All the way to my ankles. He said it was what slaves wore.”“Do you ever leave the house?”Tilda tapped the collar with two fingers and shook her head..