"Please mywrists?" Sure Angel." She smiles unfastening them, still grinning, her chocolateskin showing through her flimsy navy blue night gown. "Now s...ower in yourcorset, don't worry I'll get it cleaned," Yes Miss..." I say wiping my lips clean with the back of my hand,feeling sore all over..The shower helps, even if it is weird doing it in a corset, and I walkout wrapped in a towel. Miss Caroline has laid on a full breakfast,welcome since I can't remember the last time I ate."Thank you Miss. She was not disappointed because Mrs. Johnson showed her a film right after lunch that showed a series of men in small curtained cubicles being "hand-jobbed" by girls with an intent look on their faces. She explained that the men were customers being given a "milking" for their DNA to use in experiments and other projects. She told Mary that all of the girls were selected just as she was for their friendly attitudes and pleasing appearance. Mrs. Johnson held both of Mary's hands in hers and. I expect to be able to see light, whether I look up from your cunt, or down from your mouth. Am I clear, Duchess of Newcastle?”“But, Your Majesty, that would make me... a sex object! Good grief! And me, the savior of my country, or some such...” She shook her head and murmured, “The shame of it all!”The girls all howled with laughter.After helping Karla out of the tub, they put her on a massage table and worked on her vagina and her asshole. Marion worked particularly gently to stretch it. As. The horses proudly held their heads high and adopted a prancing gait as if to intentionally show off their breeding and ability. It gave me the opportunity survey the fantasyland carefully orchestrated by our host. The expansive front lawn had been divided into separate gathering places as well as the Plantation House being open to guests. Tables of food were located on the veranda, in the house and around the lawn. Several hardwood dance floors had been prepared as well on the lawn. Waiters.