.. my ... ass!” Tamara begged Wendy for more dildo up her tush, clearly enjoying sodomy than one might have guessed.She might not enjoy the rest of ...er enslavement, I thought to myself. I could think of various ways to make her pay for her past mistreatment of me. Even so, knowing that my own slut ex-wife enjoyed getting butt-fucked was a very handy piece of information indeed. She could be rather useful to me that way, among many others, and this could be used as leverage, along with other. Like I've said before, you keep saying we're all family here, yet you can't talk to us. You and Diana have both slipped and almost said something which you changed to this 'procedure' thing. We all — well the ones of us who aren't in the know — assume that this thing is one of your inventions, but you avoid the subject. But put a name to it. Earlier, you almost said something to do with healing, I guess. At least it sounded like that was what you were going to say considering the context of the. “Simon?” Mom recognized me in spite of her drugged state, while Aunt Wendy was more than a little slow to react to my presence.“That’s the name you gave me, isn’t it? Don’t worry. You have a new home. The bad news is that both of you now live under my roof, which means putting up with and obeying MY RULES! Simon Says that you are both to sell your places or discontinue your leases and move in with us!“Simon Says that you are both to gather all of your clothes into bags based upon their utility,. I cleared my throat. “Ahem. That is not part of our service agreement.”Thomas looked at me. “I’m sorry to hear that.”I looked at him thoughtfully. “Would you like it to be?”James and Thomas exchanged a glance across Michelle. James nodded. “We should discuss that as part of our contract.”Michelle glanced at me. I nodded. “Slave, set the tray on the desk and turn towards my clients.”Michelle stepped forward and set the tray down. I continued. “Turn and face them.” When she was facing.