I will show you.”“Show ... me?” Leyla frowned as I pulled off my hijab, my black hair spilling out down my back and shoulders.“Yes, show you,�...� I said, my pussy clenching. “I will fuck your brother so you can watch. I’m only doing this for your training, not because I’m a slut like you. I have your father. He keeps my pussy more than satisfied.”“Of course, Mother,” she said, biting her lips as she stared at me unbuttoning my dress.Both my children stared at me, such hunger in their eyes. They. "Slave, go undress the mistress."Without a word, Olivia turned and moved in front of Jennifer and began to undress her. Dave sat down on the edge of the bed after rearranging his hard cock for comfort and watched as Olivia removed all of Jennifer's clothes."Get in the bed, Jenn," Dave ordered once all of Jenn's clothes were on the floor.Jenn just gave him a nod and climbed into the bed. She lay in the middle of the bed, her head on the pillows, her knees raised and her legs spread."Now, undress. Every time I walked or moved my legs, I felt the sting from the spanking however.It took a while to get all the chores done to his liking. In the mean time he’d gone to get some take-away food. Asian by the smell. He sat on the couch and watched TV while eating, and I was to sit by his feet like a pet. He would feed me a morsel every now and then. I liked this, being submissive has its appeals to me even though being a “slave” might not exactly be my thing. Well, maybe it was. I just wasn’t. Eyebrows to be plucked and neat.Ears will be pierced at least once; obvious earrings will always be worn.No small sleepers.Make up will always be worn, as appropriate to the occasion.Nails will always be painted.Dresses and skirts should be obvious, making you conscious of them, andaffecting your demeanor in some way i.e. very short, or tight, or floorlength, or possibly 50s style petticoats, a very full skirt maybeacceptable if it is long and gets in the way. Whatever the style itshould.