Hard, ripe, perched high on her chest, jutting out.Penny eyed me, not quite as hungrily as I was eyeing her. "Joanna says you're cool about this." Pen...y said softly, her eyes searching mine."Yeah." I told her.Penny gave me an odd little smile, while I scoped her out. Not nearly the hairy bush Marsha had, but not bare like JR, a dainty tuft of hair at the top of her slit. I was a little surprised when Penny stepped up to JR, reached out and took one of JR's hands and put it between her own legs,. To fuck that pussy?No Sir.To abuse your cunt?No Sir.To defile that body?No Sir.My face is read and my eyes are tearing, you grab my hair and yank my face up to look at you.“Did you ask permission to use MY cunt? Were you allowed to cum without me?”I realize my largest mistake. I’ve only admitted to touching myself, not to disrespecting what has become your property. I’m burning with dismay and humiliation at your disappointment and anger.Your hand twists my hair tighter: “Answer.”“No Sir.”“What. I mean ready." What're you getting at?" I want the house clean so you aren't distracted." Okay." She didn't have a problem with that."I want your ass cleaned out."She nodded. There were lots of times she did on Sunday mornings just because."I want your nails painted and your pussy rinsed." Gotcha." None of these orders were any big deal. They both had more fun when everything started out clean.She turned away to tuck some napkins into his lunch."I wasn't finished giving you my orders." He said. (I had started wearing it every day since Amber had told me how much she loved the scent).“Hey, guys! Shit, Amber! You’re so bloody hot, again! So when are we going out, huh?” Martin greeted us as he opened the door.“When are we going out? As soon as pigs fly, Hell freezes over, and you’re declared the last man on Earth ... and even then, I just might have to do my hair that night!” she quipped with an evil laugh as she pushed by him through the door.“Ooooh, Bro. Sorry, but I didn’t bring any.