I had no reason to follow up on her or suspect she would not follow my orders to the letter. She, like every slave on the estate, was mine. Baby no lo...ger hated herself, or was disgusted with her actions. She'd admitted to herself that she was no longer the owner of herself. I make my way to the main entrance, passing the through the main hall's paintings, carvings and the art. The art is my collection of six slaves, two sets of identical triplets. They sit on their knees, hands behind their. We were walking along Bourbon Street, with the rest of the crowd. Sara was looking great. She had on high heels, a very short skirt, and a thin tank top. And what really turned me on was that she wore nothing underneath any of it. She said she wanted to be ready to “earn” some beads by flashing her small, natural tits at the crowd. She is a closet exhibitionist but is a proper lady in real life, so she and I both wore small, colorful masks to hide our identities to the public. This way we could. His cock really wanted to spank her, but he was still unsure of the situation. He turned to Mr. Williams. "Should I really spank her?" Oh I think she'd prefer your spanking her to the alternative." What's that?" asked Fred."Well, Bill will spank her and then butt fuck her as additional punishment. And as you can see, his cock causes a lot of pain."Everyone glanced over at Bill, whose 9-inch tool was now rock hard. Bill stroked it menacingly. Natalie paled a little and Tiffany began to get a. “Jerk. You got my bed wet!” “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to!” She pulled a fist back as if to punch me and I pulled back in terror before she broke into a big smile. “I wouldn’t hit you, silly! It’s my fault anyway. I knew I should have dumped that cup.” We shared a laugh before pulling off her sheets. We put on shorts—both of us were only wearing tees and panties as it was already past 11PM—and took the soaking sheets down to the laundry room. Just our luck, all the washers were.