Kiss me and beg me to fuck you in the ass likethe cumslut sissy you are. Make me believe it too." So I did. I buried mytongue into his mouth, and then...begged: "Please Mr. Mike Sir, please fuckmy in my whore ass like the cumslut sissy I am. Please Mr Mike Sir." Hepushed me to my back on the seat, pulled off my panties. He raised mylegs and lowered himself onto me. For a minute we both saw my shrunkenpitiful penis next to his swollen throbbing cock, and he said, "Geeze,look at that little weenie,. Then he sent her parents word that she was safe and sent word to Trink of where Bitsy could be found and that he was to bring her to him. Trink left muttering about chores. Virlane heard about Bitsy and felt a great relief, he had felt that his treatment of her had lead to her running off and it had and still was a burden he must deal with.Mary watched MiLady carefully, she looked tired and worn out. She tried to reassure her mistress that Collin would be returning in no time at all. MiLady. This ring was exposed enough that it allowed for a trickle of urine and the attachment of a leather strap to our leads to help guide us in the fields.We had permanent slave collars, wrist and ankle shackles attached to our bodies that we could be more easily bound and tethered as needed.Our breasts or “udders” as we were to call them were frequently milked and I produced breast milk as a nurse maid would on a daily basis. It became a punishment not to be milked for our udders would be so heavy. " The call terminated. Jill stood there holding the phone, her mouth hanging open, wondering what had just taken place.When they arrived on the fourteenth floor, the receptionist sat at a desk on the hall side of two metal doors. She had them sign in to the registry and then asked them to remove all jewelry and watches and seal them in an envelope. In a separate envelope, they were to place all cell phones, turned off, as well as any other recording device they may have on them or in a purse or.