You will receive twelve spanks with my clothes brush. I want you to count and thank me for each spank and then say, 'I am a dirty little slut.' Do you...understand?” Miss Manson smiled as Zofeya turned her head to look up at her.“Yes, Miss Manson."“Very well. We shall begin,” Pauline replied as she took the brush back behind her head and brought it down rapidly, landing across Zofeya Caldwell’s right bum cheek.“Thump!” Pauline raised the brush in the air and waited.“One. Thank you, Miss. I am a. .probably skipped greasing the wrong palm. We still got paid because the cancellation fell after the deadline. But fuck, this was my favorite gig each year. Playing Floyd on the beach of Lake Michigan with the fireworks going off behind us, pure gasm. Not to mention the plethora of pussy thrown at us at that event was sick. Fuck.We were available, so I said, "Look, I'd play for free, but the rest of the band won't do it" "How much do you need?" He asked."$200 a man, times 6. You think. When Angie returned, Amy went searching.Amy soon returned, wearing a devilish grin, the strap-on, and nothing else. Seeing her sister, Angie 'accidentally' splashed water down her front. Excuse established, Angie stripped in nothing flat. Both sisters were laughing.The bath was finished and the kids were dressed and put directly to bed. The girls adopted an outwardly calm demeanor to help the kids to fall asleep quickly. It had been a long, hard day for the kids. It was plain that they would. Seth sighed and moved on. "I am looking for one powerful, fat cock to fill me up day and night," he said. "I need someone to hold me down and plow me until I am unconscious." Every slave there—and master Odion as well—shifted as heat no doubt plunged to their loins. All except one. He was everything Seth might have wanted. Myriad tiny scars and imperfections covered his tanned, slightly leathery skin. He must have been a farmer or laborer for much of his life. Seth instantly wanted to feel.