He starts unbuttoning my blouse. I’m so excited and embarrassed. Are people looking? What will happen if someone comes into this car? Master puts t...e clover clamps on my nipples and orders me to close my blouse. As I’m buttoning up my blouse, Master orders me to open my legs wide. As I do this, my short skirt rides up showing my pussy. Master puts something over my clit I feel the coolness of it. Master slides a vib into my pussy and my ass. He makes sure I see the remotes as He puts them. You do understand that don’t you?” His voice had softened a little, but still held a timbre of authority that brooked no nonsense.“And you are prepared to wear the brand and mark of your master?” His questions seemed annoying more than anything, but she supposed he had to be sure, because once done, it was irreversible.“I understand and comply. Please mark me the sole property of my master.” It was the pre-planned and practiced response required in the ritual. She had learned the words and now. "... yes..."Angilee answered, her voice barely audible.She stood in front of his desk in the back room of a dingy pool hall. There were three other women, Jean and two other whores or "hos" as they were referred to in this part of town. Angilee did not know the other two, nor did she know the four other men who stood around the room, obviously confidants and bodyguards for the pimp, tacky in a gray sharkskin suit, pink shirt and neon purple tie."Then show me the merchandise!" he grinned, his. ”“Why?”Shifting to get more comfortable in the chair, Jerry said, “I did a great disservice to you. I should have trained you how to do my job. You had to learn a lot to take over the daily operation of the store and that shouldn’t have been necessary. Mr. Sinclair came down here to help out the first few weeks. You’d have really impressed him if you had known how to take over in my place without his help. I apologize for that.”Mike hadn’t thought about it, but Jerry was right. For quite a.