.. you can be a good girl, can't you Emily?" asked the voice. Emily simply nodded, terrified, and the man walked around to where she could see. He was...middle aged, with short dark hair and a hint of grey. He was remarkably unremarkable, but his slick business suit and confident posture gave him an aura of authority that made him even more terrifying. He stood silently in front of her, admiring her pleading look for a second before kneeling in front of her. He reached out, brushing her long. She knew that he could see how happy she was whenever he was in her mouth. After licking on her very own lollipop, she would then slowly allow his cock to penetrate her mouth. She always kept right on going until his head touched the back of her throat. JP loved when she did that. He would always take over at this point. Either he would take one hand and hold her head still while he enjoyed his lager or he would grab a handful of her hair and start to slowly pump her face as he drank his drink.. The belt cuts through the air again. To her the hiiiissssssss is very loud. When the leather Smacks! against her tender flesh she cannot hold back the oooooooowwwwwwww of pain."Why are you hitting me now? Is there some point to this?" she spits out when she can breath again."I am trying to teach you your second lesson. The first was that you are my sex slave and I am your master. The second is that you ass is mine. Literally. Completely. Not yours. Not his. Mine. I will whip it. Fuck it. Or. I’ll corner Jackson this afternoon and see if I can’t get him talking again. Why don’t you get the kitchen to make us a nice, heavy lunch and serve wine … that should get him calmed down and talkative … I’ll take it from there.’ She startled me when she rushed forward and gave me a big hug, Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I’ll go now and talk to the kitchen staff … you’re on your own this afternoon!’, she turned and went quickly down the stairs. I joined Jackson in the dining room at noon,.