I would like her to recite the Slave Code of Conduct. Slave will you return to position #4.”I gracefully move to a kneeling position with my legs sp...ead, displaying swollen and my puffy sex, my back is arched presenting my breasts, my hands behind my back, and my eyes are looking down.“You may begin Amy.”“Master, the Code of Conduct for this slave is as follows.”“1) I’m am here to serve the needs of my Master.”“2) I am here to obey my Master’s orders.”“3) I am here to accept my Master’s. When I did wake up, the first thing they told me was not to try tospeak. First off it would be painful, but some delicate work had beendone to my throat, and the vibrations from speaking could have anegative impact on the repair work. No speaking for at least a week.I was told that the nail had damaged my voice box, but luckily did notdestroy it. They had to remove some unsalvageable tissue, andreconstruct some more. They said the prognosis was good that I wouldlikely be able to speak. At any rate, after an extremely pleasurable time spent with Tiff and her handsome (and well hung) hubby, during which Jim had done a little mental nudging to help make one of Tiffany’s fantasies come true, Jim ended up in his own room more than ready to go to sleep.But sleep refused to come. So, Jim sat up, turned on the bedside light, and took a paperback off the nightstand. Jim never went anywhere without a book – usually more than one. This time it was Tom Clancy’s “Red Storm Rising.”Jim was. After 10 minutes my brothers wife (swetha) came to my house and enquired about my health and asked my mother to send me. And she told my mother that she will take care of me. My mother felt very happy and send me with her. We went to their house .Then she took me into their bed room and asked me to relax for some time. She brought bread and milk I had them. She gave a tablet to me and i slept. My Bhabhi is also slept in the same room on a sofa. At midnight i moaned because of cold. Then she.