She was strong and held me tight. She was right. I wasn’t going anywhere.“Get down the fucking stairs ... NOW!” I heard Ms. Connor shout from be...ow.I stopped struggling but didn’t stop pleading. “Please Ms. Tonya,” I said softly. “Please let me go. I’ll be good. I’ll do anything.”“NOW!” Ms. Connor repeated.“Anything,” I repeated. “Tissues ... My daughter ... You know ... I’ll bring her here instead ... Pleeeeeease let me go.” I started sobbing.There it was. Without going down another step I. “Up, my pretty one...” Julia got up, rubbery-kneed. Her cheeks were wet with tears, her lips trembled uncontrollably. Oh the never-ending torment! Oh the never-ending torment of it all!Worst of all, perhaps, knowing there was no escape! Julia continued to sob heart-brokenly as she followed the heavy, bullet-headed figure of Havers towards the door which led to the slave quarters beneath.“OK?” Rosalie had prepared a light, cold collation by the time Havers returned. “Fine...” he replied... and. ”The older woman looked at us and smiled, “What can I do for you, dears?”“We are here for a meeting with Mr. Escobar,” Jacob said.Terry eyed all of us, “I’ll let Mr. Escobar know...”Mrs. Blackman interrupted, “Oh, don’t worry about that dear, just let them through, they have an appointment, after all. Right over there.” Her attitude was dismissive as if she couldn’t even think why it would matter but she reached out and put her hand on the phone before Terry could reach for it. “Terry, why. "Couldn't we just lay him down on the bed, and kneel on either side of him, and jack him off quickly like that?" Four soft girl-hands at the same time would make it a pretty quick job," Shayla agreed. "But his cock is angry. He needs to punish our butts for teasing him. Let me show you."Robin and Shayla traded places, and I spanked Shayla while she stroked my cock with her left hand, looking over her shoulder at me to see if she was making progress."That feel good? Is your cock getting.