We each had all of our ribbons and badges. We both looked like we weighed 10 pounds heavier. Cynthia was dressed in a very nice powder blue cocktail d...ess. Little Mary was as cute as a button in a pink pinafore, white knee socks, and black shoes. Agnes was, as usual, dressed in the kimono symbol of her office.As Agnes came onto the bridge, I called “Attention on deck, Grandmother arriving.” all of the bridge team stood and faced the women. Mary giggled.As they came towards Paul and I. His eyes. Brittany jumped into the water to wash off the dog-spit. of course, that action also included vigorous rubbing of her swollen pussy under the water. She swam laps for another hour and climbed out to go inside. Sitting at the kitchen table was Victor, who stared straight at her tits. Morning Brittany. Good Morning, Buddy! said Brittany as she ruffed up his hair. Youre up early. Not as early as you. Im always up before you. Now that he mentioned it, Brittany had noticed that he was never around. When it came to Fara’s turn, she picked up a pair of gloves lying on the table next to where Bernard was chained. “Look up at the ceiling, cockroach,” she ordered as she pulled the gloves on slowly. Reaching towards his balls, she cupped them in one hand while stroking his chest with the other. “You see,” she said, “good behaviour can be rewarded as well as poor behaviour punished. If you take the trouble to please us, perhaps there will be some pleasure for you.”Bernard’s cock was soon stiff. The slavery/anti-slavery argument was becoming increasingly heated and violent. Both he and his wife were known to hold anti-slavery sentiments, and he was increasingly worried about leaving her alone. Aside from their secret contacts through the Underground Railroad, they had few close friends in New Orleans. Their children were grown, having married and moved away in the last few years to escape the ire directed at their parents. I agreed excitedly.Next, we discussed my shopping lists. Again,.