My other slave raised her head and nodded in agreement.During the second paddling, Pyx was not as quiet as the first time. Her moans and shrieks could...be heard through the pillow.By the time I was done, my girls' asses looked like a big purple bruise. I doubt they'll sit comfortably for the next week. But they had asked for it."Get up on the bed. You know the drill."They scrambled up, putting their heads down and asses up. They aligned themselves so their rears made a "V" toward me. I guess. All she did was laugh! "Aw, does widdle sissy not like her jewelry?Maybe they're not tight enough and you want me to tighten them," shecooed mockingly, "If you think they hurt now, just wait a while!" Withthat cryptic statement, she turned on the ball of one foot, and almostglided out of the room, leaving me writhing in pain.A short while later, that felt like forever, I was faced with not withMaster, nor maid, but three people. Master, maid, and a huge Norse godof a man that looked as. Murray, the new owner, hired a German girl to work in the kitchen and she became an instant object of lust for most of the guys who came into the bar. Tall, about five ten, built like a brick shit-house and long blond hair. She was the living image of what the Nordic Valkyries were thought to be. She was hit on constantly, but no one seemed to get anywhere with her. Probably because her English wasn't that all that good. Freda had trouble not only understanding what was being said to her, but. Savvy stood before us in all her southern belle glory, designer heels, sheer black seamed stockings and a figure-hugging tweed dress that emphasized her hourglass figure. I could feel my pussy moisten just looking at her.“I have been to the sorority house meeting to help plan this year’s Christmas charity works, and I have told Becky that we four will assist in running the grotto at the midtown mall.”Becky Mumford, the chapter president of our sorority, was a close friend of Savvy. Their.