Since punishing him or punishing me is ineffective, now they've come to you." What? How?" Bianca's eyes popped."Papa refused to come when the puta cal...ed him, telling him Mister Armand wanted something. Now, since Papa wouldn't do it, YOU get to follow the puta around for a week, cleaning up after her."Bianca rolled her eyes. "She's a slave, Mama. You SHOULD be calling her 'the Wench'." 'The Wench' may be WHO she is, but WHAT she is is a puta, a whore," Inez asserted.Bianca eyed her mother. She could see it from where she was lying. It was lots bigger than her husband’s and definitely more rounded and longer than her lover’s. She was worried whether she could take it inside.He thrusted his prick inside her. There was no gentleness or fines in his act. Even though she was wet, it still hurt her when it went in. “oh” she moaned with pain. He didn’t care. He pushed it all the way in and kept it inside for a short time before starting to move in and out of her pussy. To her surprise,. Eachparticipant is allowed to vote for the best master or mistress and forthe best slave. The winners get a thousand dollar prize taken fromthe entry fees and the name tags allow others to know whom to votefor. You should have an excellent chance at the prizes, if you chooseto participate." "Ah, now I understand. I do allow my slaves to earn money forme. By all means, tag them. This is Angel, and this is Huntress." Name tags were pinned to the thin material of the slavedresses, the slaves. What did this beautiful teenager before me look like?I smiled. "How about 'Kitten'?"She made a face. "Too young sounding." You're right," I gasped in mock horror. "I wouldn't want to be a pedophile." She slapped at my arm playfully. I grabbed her hand, and brought it to my lips."How about 'Catling'?"Her smile was immaculate. "I love it." Great." We walked hand-in-hand to the car. "'Catling' it is."I got in and started the car. "When can I see you again?" she asked."I don't know that one." I.