When neither of them offered to share their bed with me, I spent my nights in the laundry room, curled up on a pile of soiled clothing, a chain wrappe... around my ankle and locked to the wall. My waking hours were filled with housework, from cooking and serving meals to cleaning toilets and scrubbing floors. Master’s father was retired and stayed home during the day, so not only was I constantly supervised, but subjected to sexual use regularly. When he found out I was a willing toilet slave,. For a terrifying second, she thought he was going to kiss her. Instead, he only murmured, "Should I pamper your sexy feet now?"At the word “sexy” all pretense vanished. Karen stopped feeling nervous. She turned over, her eyes fixated on his enormous bulge as it moved with the rest of his body to the end of the table. He lifted her right foot and expertly dug his thumbs into the arch, sending waves of pleasure up her torso. He adjusted his hips forward, pressing his cock shaft against the arch. I am bisexual and get a thrill from giving other woman pleasure too. My now “old” Master used to love getting me new toys to play with and new women for me to fuck as he watched.Sliding along her juicy slit again with the toy her hips start to move, wanting more. I know she can’t help it, her body is betraying her mind right now. Stopping again I move the toy to her mouth she lets it slip in and sucks it just like a good cock sucker would. Removing it, I put it back to her clit just for a. Sanctimonious hypocrites. No one wanted to admit out loud that there was a market for his kind of club, the kind of club that let men and even some women explore their darker sides. The self-righteous bitches that squeezed their legs shut after the honeymoon and one kid couldn't stand the fact that it was their husbands' money that kept him in business. And kept the club highly profitable.Hell, he just provided a service. They provided the demand. Supply and demand, that was true market forces.