“We didn’t meet in the last week, but you knew I was here,” she stated.“Of course I knew. Everyone in the region knew. You’re a big wig from...down south remember,” he chuckled.“Yes ha ha!” she laughed sarcastically. “I have a job to do and that’s all really. No big wig power crazed individual here.”He strode on silently, leading to a shallow hollow, Sally not surprised or hurt she didn’t get a reaction. He was his own man and a strong, silent, intriguing sort of hulk – but oh! that pong from his. Im excited, scared, trembling. "Look at this white bitch!" someone shouted. Lots of sudden laughter and shouting. My master grabs onto my collar. Jerks me around in circles. whacks my butt HARD several times. Several hands touching, slapping, punching me all over. I'm still hooded and eyes covered. Handcuffed. Its very disorienting and hard to keep balance. Getting tugged around nearly falling. My feet getting stepped on. Can't determine how many are at this party. I'm the main attraction. I'm. She had only one servant, an old lady who has been with her for a long time. It is an upstairs house and she had her room up. The servant woman was working down stairs. She was wearing a skirt and a blouse. Kinda tight but the usual women wear at home. About her looks, a little bigger than the average, but had a busty figure not chubby, a little dark, average breasts and busty butt and legs. We went upstairs to her room and she switched on the comp. She said that it started giving some problems. ’ ‘Oh, you didn’t happen to see Dick leave this morning, did you,’ she asked shyly, grimacing. ‘He wasn’t the skinny guy with the Mohawk and the chains around his neck, was he?’ ‘I think I better tell you about some of my not so good habits,’ she offered. ‘Did you by any chance hear any noise last night?’ ‘The screaming? The wailing? The moaning? The pounding on the walls? I actually rushed upstairs at about three a.m. to save your life but as I got close realized you didn’t need help.’ ‘How.