"Serena" I began. "Why did you really want to see the tattoo designs on Stephanie?" My benevolent Master, I wanted it as an excuse to introduce myself...to you and try to persuade you to take me on for training as a cum slut!" she replied."Truth Accepted, or at least 50% truth accepted" I responded."Stephanie. What did you truly think when you heard the telephone conversation about us meeting another submissive?" I asked."My Lord and Master, I honestly thought you were disappointed in me and were. ?Now I want you to start playingwith your tits the way you wished all of your boyfriends would.?? Jamie started to color once again, but herhands quickly moved up to her tits and started massaging.? She started at the bottom of her tits andworked her way around the outside of them, smashing her tits together to give mea perfect view.? Then Jamie started torub, pinch and pull on her large areolas.?Jamie worked her way around her nipples, making sure not to touch themas she worked on her. Had I ever done domestic work , construction or pulling heavy loads . Was I a habitual masturbate and was I fruitful . I was given a phot of young girls head and I had to show how much semen I mad e and give a bukake map on the photo. . How many times a day could I produce this semen . I was then taken into a room where I was allowed to stare at about 15 female backsides bent overand watch them turn round lie on their backs and raise their legs so that their pussys were totally. They had seen plenty of execs just like themselves go down to ruin for displeasing Barton in the slightest way.Now John Barton was starting on his honeymoon. It was his second marriage. He had dropped his first wife, Fran, who had begun showing signs of middle age. Fran had hired one of the best known divorce lawyers in the country. Barton had toughed him out the same as he toughed out every other son of a bitch who tried to cross him. Now the lawyer was nursing his wounds, Fran was living on.