"You weren't supposed to spend a lot of time on this!" It is not a bother for the best chef in the entire entire basement" I said pompously. "Please s...t" I directed her as I pulled her chair out. She sat down and I pushed her chair in and then placed a napkin on her lap. I sat down across from her and raised my glass and said "A toast! To a beginning friendship — may it last and grow into a beautiful friendship".She echoed "To friendship" and we both had a drink. She smiled when she tasted the. "Please save me some of this! If you hurry up with Mrs. Kay, I will get Olivia off again and then we should have at least an hour together," Sam told me as she pushed me toward the door.I was naked by the time I got to the guest room. I found Kay was already lying there limply with her fingers just barely over her big clit. Getting up on the bed made her sort of stir enough to start being aware of where she was now."Oh that was intense Mr. Johnson. I haven't touched myself like that since I. When ever he saw her now he looked down at her crutch ,seemingly pleased that he could make her feel uncomfortable with just a look and the knowledge he had of her. Since the last time in his room Jean and the promise that he would show her his ‘bulge’ she had spent much time imagining what it would look like. She had seen one before very briefly when her friends brother had walked past them both on his way to his room and his towel had ‘accidentley’ slipped to expose his penis. Her friend had. They weren't my masters, you see? That's when I knew that I didn't have a master anymore."She looked down at her breakfast as it started getting colder."And then they started hurting me," she said quietly."Hurting you how?" Karen asked."It started with slapping," Sandy said slowly. "But when that didn't work they started using their fists, and then they got knives. They were convinced that I just didn't want to work for them, and they were going to make me."She paused a little longer, before.