You’re a Yank?”I nodded.In a very Television Newscaster accent she said, “The baby is changed, washed, sleeping with a pacifier and dressed in a...clean outfit. I tossed the diaper in the wetbasket in the bathroom. My clothes are in the boot ... you yanks call it the trunk. I need to know the sleeping arrangements ... do I have my own room or do I sleep in the nursery? As soon as I have a wash I’ll find the kitchen and cook. What?”We were past astounded ... and looked it.“I’ve been living on the. As we got out of the car, she said, “Please follow me. As before, I will answer no questions. Unless I say otherwise, your slave, Caitlin, is to do exactly the same as you.” She set off walking round the side of the house until we reached what appeared to be a stable block. Once inside, two young girls, wearing traditional riding jodhpurs and riding jackets, were standing there waiting for us. Ubon said, “This is Natalie (she pointed to a buxom blonde girl) and this is Caroline (a tall slim. I was still in a daze from what she had done for me. As I knelt down, she raised her right hand. My juices were in a pool in the centre of the glove."Clean it up for me, my baby. Use your tongue. There's a good girl."I don't know why but it just seemed natural. I leaned forward and she raised her hand to my mouth. With my tongue outstretched, I began to lick my own sperm from her glove. I looked up and saw the huge smile on her face. The taste was unusual and a little unpleasant but it pleased. .I was helpless…dressed as Master wishedAnd at his mercy…After a few minutes I became aware that he had notChosen to silence my soft moans with a gag.This was most unusual…But he soon told me why he had not gagged meAnd when I heard his reason for not doing soI was rather shocked..He said…” Susan…you have been very obedientAnd have carried out my instructions perfectlyAnd as a treat I have arranged a special mealFor you tonight…I have arranged for several of myFriends to feed you with their.