?Let?s give Roger a good show, shall we? He?s going to take some videos of you. That way you?ll know what you look like getting your tits beaten. I?ll...make them colder if you don?t mind.? With that, she liberally pressed more cream and ice onto each aching orb while the video and audio camera was set in motion.?What is your name, Slave?? Roger asked. He like to hear her humble herself by acknowledging her slave status to him as often as he thought to ask her that question.He was excited to have. She had long perfect legs and a cute little butt. She turned heads any where she went. She looked and dressed real classy, like she came from wealth. She would appear a little cold and uppity to some….but behind her cool looks was a wild woman, I found out. When dad was gone, she started wearing sexy night clothes, and walked around me and bend over, massaging her long legs and it turned me on. She knew what she was doing. She was getting her son, me, to get horny and excited over her. I never. She, somehow, found that to be arousing. She sat up and stretched. She looked at her crotch, to find her wet pulsing pussy, but no cock. She was momentarily upset before pushing that thought to the back of her mind.She turned her attention to the bear in the cave with her. The bear is awake, but did not move from the position Lilith kept her in. Then, something unexpected happened, the bear spoke, "Why did you not kill me?," said the bear, with a female voice, but sounded quite raspy. "Because. Sitting on the edge of the bed she pushed my hair over my ear and looked into my eyes. I was drawn right into them. Her thumb traced a line down my neck (I guessed following a scratch mark from our battle last night).The smile left her eyes for a moment “I am so sorry we fought last night,” her words soft and considered, “I promise it will never happen again.”“Please don’t feel bad I am as much to blame” I started my apology but she pressed her thumb over my lips to stop me.“All we will do now.