If she didn’t get his cock, too, she had all the costs with none of the benefits.She saw Candy the next day in class, but neither mentioned the prev...ous evening. As far as she was concerned, the matter was out of her hands. She’d signed up to teach economics; rape counseling wasn’t in her job description. Candy didn’t look any better Friday, nor did she pay any more attention. She made it a habit to call on students who weren’t paying attention, but she didn’t try that on Candy.Another week. A spanking bench with straps to hold down an unruly slave sat before a pegboard from which hung a selection of whips, crops, and paddles.One of the cat-girls licked her feet. The cat-girls were the house-slaves. They wore cute, kitten ears and had cat-tail butt-plug. Their collars had little bells on them that tinkled as they frolicked around the house. They didn't sleep in the kennels, instead the five of them would find a room and sleep in a pile of naked flesh.Quietly standing in the corner. I went and knocked on the bathroom door. No reply. I listened, and heard a light whimper. I didn’t know what to do; I had nothing prepared to say for this situation. I went back to my room. Two hours later. She walked into my room, long legs reflecting moonlight and the belt of her robe trailing behind. Without a word, she knelt beside my chair and reached into my lap. What she found only encouraged her. A short rub and we were thinking the same thoughts. I touched her lightly on the. ‘It never hurt me none. I have a good life, a good woman, I’m an aunt, or an uncle or something like that. I’ve got happiness, so I’m not so sure I needed a dad.’ ‘Yes,’ Marilyn said, ‘but you’re a strong woman. Not everyone is that way.’ ‘Hey now,’ Trinity said, protesting mirthily, ‘smell isn’t everything.’ Marilyn did not even bother dignifying this with an answer, but did back off the questions regarding the ladies in The Tap, instead asking simply, ‘quiet place, is it?’ ‘Yeah, mostly. I.