Small, soft moans come from her as I walk out of the room and close the door. Walking towards the kitchen, my two little doggy sluts are coming back q...ickly with all of the recording equipment and smile as they pass. I stop them to tell them one more thing.. When the camera’s are in place, I want you both to record a short intro to make sure everything is working properly. You will instruct Sandy to Say her name, where she lives, and the name of her husband..Then she is say that she has. Is that acceptable punishment?” he asked her.All she could do was nod her head. She heard him rustling around in the tent and then a loud snap, as he brought the crop down into his hand. Then a rag was shoved into her mouth, “can’t have you screaming and bringing someone over this way” he said, as he stood, unbuttoning his shirt. All she could see was abs, and below, but at least his abs weren’t super hairy like the rest of what she could see of him. That thought shot through her mind,. I still had to help him wipe after defecating, but that was much easier than using the bedpan.I took showers with Danny in my shower with a built-in bench, with us both naked, and I loved soaping up his body and washing him all over, as I rubbed my soapy tits against him. I sucked his cock in the shower too, as he sat on the bench. Then I showed him one more nasty thing that I did with Mitchell and Paul.One day he was standing with his arms raised high and leaning over the bench, which is at. In the mornings we’d have breakfast. I’d usually cook and we’d clean up together. Sometimes she’d come out half dressed. Other times she’d not even bother with that, sitting across from me naked. I considered doing the same once or twice, but old habits die hard. Best I could do was skip the shirt and just put on jeans. She didn’t seem to mind.Afterwards she’d write. Not always, but usually, leaving me to my craft. The painting was coming along. After all, I was playing house with the.