I better make sure the changes I make are the right ones.”“What changes?” I shook my head.“Don’t!” Holly squealed, “He’s perfect.”�...He’s anything but,” Rebecca shook her head, “I don’t trust you Lisa.”“OK...” My purple haired assistant hesitated for just a moment. No, not hesitated, she was giving Rebecca another moment.“But he needs work, or we’re all fucked,” Rebecca shrugged jiggling her unsupported breasts in her tight purple shirt.“I hope so,” Holly nodded, “I’ve wanted to see him with you. “I knew it, fuck she’s going to be sore, just listen to her in there…. Go on Ron, give her some welly!” Billy called out.“What the fuck is he doing to her?” Yelled Paul; jumping up quickly from his chair.Brian reached forward grabbing him by the leg and forcing him back into the chair.“Don’t worry yourself; with a cock like his, she’s bound to endure some form of discomfort…anyway he’ll have done it now, she’ll more than likely to be screaming with pleasure very soon!” Brian chuckled.“Lucky. She swallowed eagerly, and when he was done, licked the tip clean, before she left to rinse her mouth. Steve looked at his other two slaves, a silent "What the Fuck?" on his face, but they both shrugged; neither had seen Andrea's action coming, they didn't understand it, and they both hoped it didn't inspire their master to encourage them to emulate her.Andrea returned from her mission, and knelt beside her fellow slaves as though nothing unusual had happened. Steve decided to ignore the events. The pretty pictures of the family acting out the Karma Sutra were gone and her walls were plastered with posters of three overdressed blonde boys playing musical instruments. Something was definitely wrong here!What to do? She wrung her hands together and noticed a little cloth bracelet around her left wrist. It bore the letters "WWJD." Kathy wondered what that stood for as she pulled it off and tossed it aside.She had to find Christi. Now where could she be?Kathy snapped her fingers. She must.