I agreed…. She went inside to change and came out wearing slip and shorts at home with a shrug and lit a smoke… We shared the smoke and she starte... teasing me by some times asking me to massage her thighs…Or by bending forward as I can have a glimpse of her tits and suddenly cover it up… Or by patting by bum when I used to get up for some work…. She tied her hair to plates to tease me… I could not control more as she was driving me nuts… She then moved towards the kitchen and bend down to open. Master slapped her hard across the face, knocking her onto the floor on her side."You dare look at me?" Master raged at her. "A slave's eyes should be downcast, you lowly bitch!"With that he started to viciously whip her naked flank with his belt. After a few heavy strokes, under the force of which she squirmed and trembled, he kicked her in the stomach and then rolled her with his foot so that she was face down on the floor. In desperation she begged into her gag, but she knew her pleading was. Finally, every so often one or the other of them would get this faraway look, a look that rang a bell with Lucinda, she'd read about it somewhere. And then one of the male judges looked straight at her ... and looked visibly relieved.In her head, alarm bells began to ring."Lacey..." she started, not taking her eyes off the "judges"."Yes, Mom?" Lacey could see where her mother's attention was fixed."Get your sisters. Now! And all three of you, stick to me like glue." To mask her nervousness, she. She is here, there… out there, trust me. I've met her. Met her in dreams, met her in life. She was the extreme opposite of what I had ever known, and finally my own patience was about to pay off. The years I had spent visualizing, manifesting, honing my skills and sculpting my frame, were about to offer a ripe harvest. She was all-in when it came to matters of matching my own acute desires and needs. Not only that, but she could write with the best of them, and she was creative in other.