Did you take an economics course in high school? Ever hear of Supply and Demand?" Yes sir," Heather said, with tears streaming down her face."Good. ...ell here's a nice, real-world application. I SUPPLY you with a room and I DEMAND payment for it, and not with my own fuckin' money! Here's another one. Demand is based on needs and wants. I don't need an errand boy. I don't need somebody to clean for me. So it looks like you can't SUPPLY me with any of my DEMANDS because you don't have. As I put my hand onto Pam's boobs, my wife placed hers on my cock, running her finger up my shaft. Then she moved forward and began to unbutton Pam’s tight blouse; when it opened I pushed it off her shoulders and continued to feel her nice round loose tits.The old bitch gasped and moaned with pleasure. I moved down and started to suck one of her hard nipples; as Ana licked the other one.Then my sexy wife sat back on the sofa with her legs spread wide, showing her tiny white thong. I begged Pam. I descended down the flight of stairs into the living room and kneeled in front of Mistress Cassandra. She walked around me slowly, inspecting the body of which she owns.“Your collar pet, where is it?” she questioned. I said no words. “I am asking you a question pet, I expect an answer,” She demanded.“I took it off ma'am,” I whispered.“Do you not like the symbol of your ownership? Why is it you mock the very nature of this relationship? Hmm? “Go fetch it bitch, and bring it to me,” She. Anyways, it looked ridiculous just sitting there, starving for some water. It was a pathetic pond, really. Barely three houses long, and maybe two wide, it hardly seemed worth acknowledging. I couldn’t help it, though. It was just more proof that I had moved to a desolate, ignorant town. Don’t ask me how I considered it proof of ignorance, because it just seemed like the two went together, and I couldn’t tell you why. Every time I passed the pond, I became more and more depressed. I guess the.