Anderson standing at the sink washing dishes, large noticeable stains can bee seen on the back of her nightgown. “Morning Mrs. Anderson" I say out l...ud, startled she drops a plate back into the water “Oh, uh when did you get in Scotty?” she asks me nervously “Oh, Late last night” I respond “I didn’t disturb you when I got in did I?” I ask her “Um, no no” she responds stammering. “I’m going out with Justin for a bit” I say as I give her a wink and head out the door. I turn back to look at Mrs.. She heard Jack grunting with heat and felt his cock plunging into her again and again. It felt even longer now, more mercilessly hard. As hard as steel, its rhythmic thrusts felt like a powerful machine, fucking her forever and ever... "Me too, damnit. Me too." That was the voice of the director. Becky heard the clatter of belt buckle, zipper and pants. The director was getting undressed. She looked over at him. His eyes were wild, and his stiff cock stood straight out from his body. Looking. Bill wasn't really one of those who tried extra hard, but she knew he was smart enough to get it, if he only applied himself a little more."Damn," she thought to herself. "There I go thinking about Bill again. I've got other students to worry about." And so she started planning her day.Meanwhile, Bill flew through his classes waiting for French at the end of the day. He did OK in his studies but knew that he could do better. But the only thing on his mind this day, like all the rest, was the. Wendy was also surprised to see that there were a number of collared slaves involved in the lunch. All of them wore a color that bore the phrase 'Property of A.M.' Wendy took this to mean they were slaves of Alexander McCoy. She had no idea that her boss was active in modern slavery before today. She wondered if Jeff Bradley had slaves as well.On her third trip into the dining room Wendy realized that there were a couple of women under the table as well. She could clearly see one of them giving.