Stewart, you’re going to be late for your lunch appointment if you don’t remove your hands from my ass,” Grace teasingly admonished him.“But m... hands are so happy on your ass, Ms. Remy,” he said as he nuzzled her neck.“Then you can put them back on it later, Mr. Horndog.”“Spoilsport!” he whined.“Seriously, don’t be late. Niles was pretty insistent that he wanted a private meeting with you. You don’t want him to get annoyed.”“Fine,” he said. “But for the record, I’d much rather blow off lunch. Now, though, her indoctrination focused more on the skills that would be found useful in a slave, rather than being designed to simply humiliate and degrade her. Tulsa and several other slaves at the clinic were taught such valuable topics as cooking, bartending, the intricacies of a formal social function, and erotic dancing. Six months later, Tulsa could plan a party for 50, cook a gourmet meal for them, mix drinks and give a lap dance.Of course, Tulsa's other duties still waited for her. The. Her head bobbed up and down and she felt lust-filled sensations racing through her entire body, radiating out from her aroused cunt. She could feel her little clit growing hard and pulsing lewdly beneath her tight pussylips and she groaned with ecstasy.Her lips wetly slid up and down on the dog's cock. Now and then, the animal humped down ward, impaling the girl's face on his prick. He whined constantly, the sounds mingling with Dee's moans of lust, filling the night air around them.As she. Luckily, Dad and I had the presence of mind to cover our belongings with the tents before ducking for cover. Unfortunately, however, we were all soaked to the bone by the time we reached the truck.So there we were, peering glumly through the downpour at our stuff. My sister, Karen, knew better than to criticize Dad, so she started on me, instead. "Nice job, Kevin. Now we're all soaked and you left the extra clothes out there."I would have punched her, but she was in the front passenger seat and.