I wondered if he was dreaming of the passion that we had shared only a few hours earlier. I didn’t want to wake him but I needed to get the fire go...ng in the fireplace again. Who would have known that the night got so chilly on the beach? It didn’t help either that we were both still undressed. I moved quietly and got up to place another log on the fire. It was soon starting to burn and I could feel it starting to warm. I stood gazing into the fire, lost in my thoughts when Jack came up. You know why? Because I pay that bitch Madam of yours two dollars a night to have you spend your nights here. So, like it or not, I own your ass. So here’s what you do. You grab and use that hair of hers to make her do it just like you want it, however you want it, just so long as you make her do it. And you, you little bitch, while I think of a proper punishment for your ass, you get down there and get to work, Now!”“Oh, yes suh, Massa, suh. I’se a be real good to her, Massa!”In less time than. . what is your name Whitey?" Um, Alan Master, Alan Borne." Ok then, from now on you must always, and I do mean always, no matter who you are talking to, you must always refer to yourself as Sissy Alan. Is that clear? And look at my crotch whenever you speak to me, and make sure you lick your lips like you can't wait to get your hands, lips and other sissy parts on it. Is that all clear Sissy Alan?"Pathetically, I did as instructed, dutifully raising my gaze to stare at his swollen crotch. There. "Did you like them?" Shit, baby," he growled. He lifted her sweater, baring her firm creamy tits. "It drove me out of my fuckin' skull!"She stood up, swaying on her feet in front of her husband.He leered at her heaving tits, the sweater up around her neck. "Let's get out of here and go home," he groaned. "I gotta fuck you." Why not here?" she asked, licking her lips. She flipped her sweater up over her head and rubbed her tits openly, brazenly, a thing she had never done for George before. "I'm.