Mistress Jen pulled my leash pulling me down to my knees. She turned me around and cuffed my hand behind my back. She slapped me again and told me no... to look at her. She made me crawl around the shop on my knees and when I did not go fast enough she whipped my ass with her crop. Mistress Jen and the stylist were having fun humiliating me as the stylist poured another drink. I was made to lick the mistress boot well she was laughing as I started. The smell of her pussy started to get to my. "It is quite simple," states the Baron. "Positions in my household are highly prized by the citizens of my country.? I am particularly generous to the families? who send their daughters to become part of my house staff, and they sign a lifetime contract with me that precludes any further questions about the status of their family member or contact with me or the girls after they come here." But don't any of them ever become curious about the process?, asks the visitor."As I said," states the. You know with their nipples, cunts and asses exposed. ?In addition, there were three midgets, not from my cellblock on the table, lying on their sides facing the clients with one knee held highs to show their cracks. They were all moaning passionately while constantly, twisting and squirming their little bodies seductively to please the clients.?One of the male clients addressed our fake mother and ordered her to undress the redhead and me.She looked shocked, ?but milord they be my young ones;. “Oh God...Yeah...Yes...My that’s good...harder...faster...you car obsessed prick.”He worked his fingers in tandem, really filling and spreading my cunt. It was special treatment. He didn’t miss any erogenous spots. Geez I was ready to cum. So quickly.Then the prick was backing off. Oh he was dropping his pants and boxers and lounging across the back seat. His prick at full attention like he was expecting something.He got the something he wanted. I climbed over into the back and worked his.