“Yes Master.” Her lip quivered.“Don’t tell me bitch, you know what to do.” More tears started down Cumsocket’s cheeks as I let go of her...hair. She fell to her hands and knees and crawled around the desk again, I smiled as she moved between Jim’s thighs and started kissing the bulge in his overalls, she looked up over his belly and stared in his eyes.“Thank you Master for allowing this useless whore to suck your cock and have the pleasure of your cum. This useless cunt is sorry for not. Why don’t you ask her if she wants to go back home?” the scientist suggested.“Ask hell! Take the bitch somewhere and get her gangbanged,” the devil dog chimed in.“Want to go back home, Lisa?” I asked.“What? Home? I thought we were going to a honky tonk.”“Is that what you want?”“It is not my decision. It is yours. I am your slave, remember?”“If you do go to the honky tonk, you will be humiliated. Everyone there will know you are a wild slut. Is that what you want?”“Of course not. But, I must. You know it's not like Randall to write letters instead of calling me and that's one of the big things that makes me suspect that there's something seriously wrong with him. I even compared his handwriting to one of his old letters to make sure it was really him writing the letters." Dad, I'll admit that it's a little strange for Randy to suddenly start communicating through the mail instead of using the phone. But there's nothing wrong with that. You're just getting paranoid again." Paranoid? . " well realy alot of people " she whined and asked for more details i shook my head no she eventualy gave up. it was silent for awhile and she asked how far ive been with a girl." Uuuh errr well i fingered a girl " i responded" Really" yea it was fun and i enjoyed it and actually i havnt pumped my meat in a week so i was preety horny. but as she was talking i noticed her niples get what i thought were hard in her maroon t shirt and i noticed no bra. i got a semi at this point and was brave.