Your tiny panties barely cover thatsweet pussy. Push your panties into your slit. Let the camera seeyour lips. Come on now, Missy, don't start diso...eying now." Karenmoved close to Missy, the whip in her hand. "Now, don't you daremove your legs!" She let the whip flick between Missy's legs, lightlytapping it against her tender white thighs. The splat, splat, splat soundof the black leather whip rang out in the room, the camera catching Missy'sface as she grimaced in pain, biting her lips. The relief of this as well as feeling of movement inside my fuck-hole was palpable - I let out an uncontrolled “Ughh...” followed by “...oh fucking hell...that feels so fucking good! Oh fuck!!!”“Shhh, darling...relax...I’ll take it slow!” she replied. “I’ll put more lube inside you...so just relax, babe!” she said.I felt the coolness of the lube enter me as she coated my hole and walls of my entrance, then she began to finger-fuck me slowly, as she loosened me off. She said she was. Havingspent half an hour listening to him, I could not blame her. A second guywas in his sixties. He had lost his wife to cancer two years beforeafter a long illness. He was charming, good looking, witty and extremelypleasant company to walk with. He saw me as a daughter rather than as awoman, so no joy there.Another one was about my age, but somehow very immature. He was fine andhe was fun, but it was like talking to an adolescent. My favourite wasMike. He was pleasant to walk with. He didn't. I was going to have to do all of thehousework and cooking for her as my duty.Mary next went into the sexual side of our new setup. She told me, "Iwill need to have men here to make love to me at times since you are nolonger capable of doing so. You will be out sweet little maid at thosetimes." I shuddered at the thought but said, "Yes Mistress." Shecontinued saying, "You will dress and act feminine at all times. Thishad better be the last time I see you without your makeup on. Theleast you.