She looked up at me. "Kimberly is such a bitch, I can't take it anymore! I miss you guys."I gave her an understanding smile."You know the rules Britta...y," I said simply.Blushing again Brittany replied, "I will do whatever you want... Please?"I let a moment pass."Well, slave girls need to be naked for starters," I said. "And you can throw your underwear in the fire. We will use the rest for rags." I motioned toward the slightly smoldering rock-rimmed pit.I assumed by the determined way the. "Tara and Brock shared a few more beers and she decided to accept his hospitality and spend the night. They shared breakfast before she went back to her apartment to shower and change clothes."So, you're doing nothing for the next few days?" Brock asked."Not a lot, no," Tara replied. Then she smiled. "And you're not either. We can do nothing together. We've always done nothing well." We have," Brock replied. "Uh, I was thinking, I haven't really been out of the house much in the past couple of. Everyone had a great time dancing, singing as well as the food and drink also chatting. Around Midnight the party was over and everyone headed away, which just left Alison, Kirsten and me. I was clearing up some things when I suddenly felt a hand move under my kilt and move up my thigh to my cock and then could feel someone's breathe on my cock, I could not see who it was but just then Kirsten walked in and I realised it was Alison. Kirsten come over and passionately kissed me and we could hear. The BMR office. Rochelle’s chocolate skin shone in the fluorescent lighting as she slid her black lace panties down her smooth legs. She looked at the camera the whole time. Nate swallowed hard as Clayvon Cole, the BMR executive assigned to sign him, moved behind Rochelle. His muscled body dwarfed Rochelle’s naked form. She was prostrate before him and the camera captured the subtle arch of her back and the round curve of her ass. Rochelle turned to look back at Clayvon but his strong hand.