People are pointing and staring as you loudly say, ‘What a good girl you are for your mistress. Now that is how you will eat every meal while you ar... my dog.’ Sarah and you high five each other and she says, ‘This Christmas is getting better and better.”When we return home I remove my coat and you tell me to pull my g-string aside so you can see how wet my pussy is. The juices are glistening on my thigh. ‘Well you are horny aren’t you? You enjoyed that humiliation didn’t you, you little slut.’I. My make-up and hair take 2 hours every day, as Master likes it to be perfect, in case He gives me the satisfaction of receiveng his cum on my face or in my hair. After 3 years of being a live-in slave I have mastered the art of make-up application, and as the ruby red lipstick is applied I am just about ready. My nails must match perfectly to my lipstick; as master says, "the sluttier looking the better". My hair is combed repeatedly, for at least 30 minutes, to ensure there are no. They were having meat dishes like this one three nights a week. A pasta dish and a casserole filled in the two other week nights. One night was often vegetables with tuna salad or something along that line. Saturday night dinner was either hamburgers or hotdogs cooked over the grill. Sunday night was usually a smorgasbord of leftovers.“Veal is expensive,” Ella said with a sigh.He had no idea how much veal cost, but he figured that it couldn’t be that much more than beef. They were trying to. Vicky began gently moaning and fully allowed further groping and unbuttoning. Seeing this, I quietly turned the car around and headed to his hotel. Just after midnight, Vicky walked through the hotel lobby of a nice hotel while holding the hands of two young guys. Her clothes were already disheveled as she walked through the lobby. She had no panties or stocking beneath her skirt nor shoes on her feet. Everyone who saw, knew exactly what was about to occur. It was so hot. When we.