I wore anidentical white slave tunic to theirs - cut high on my legs, barelycovering where I would have been branded had I been a slave-girl. Withthe ...ollar on my throat, albeit a plain coffle one, and the brief slavegarment concealing the fact I wasn't branded, it might be easy tomistake me for one of Kurgus's girls. I certainly didn't look free. Iplaced my hands on the length of chain that hung from the display barand felt the cold of the steel. It would hold me here perfectly untilKurgus. I just sat at the dining table looking at her. She looked at me, smiled, and said, “Go get ready.” I asked her to come along. She came close to me, took my face in her hands and planted a kiss on my lips, and hugged me. My head was on her chest, right between her boobs.She kissed my forehead. I softly took her boob in my mouth and started sucking it slowly. She didn’t stop me and just kept hugging me and caressing my hair, and kissing my forehead. I was sucking her boob like a hungry child. My. He laughed, opened his curtain wider so now we could see him standing there. He pointed to his cock, I shrugged my shoulders and pointed at Dianne as to let him know if he wanted her to suck him he would have to ask her. I told Dianne " He wants you baby" . Dianne pulled my cock out of her wet mouth and responded "Does he, does he want me, does that turn you on knowing another man wants me?" I answered "Oh yeah baby, keep sucking honey show him what a nasty girl you are!" . You scared me,” Brit said surprised.“Sorry Titty....I mean Britty. But I need to talk with you right after your shower. It’s about your grade in gym class. I’ll be in my office all right,” Coach Phillip told her.“Ok. Give me a minute to get dress. I’ll be right there,” Brit explained.The coach headed to his office and Brittany got out of the shower. She dried off and stuck her school clothes back on, without the hooded shirt and ain’t realize since she was in a hurry, to put her bra on. So her.