I was wired to do what I had to do. I had learned to do it with a smile and show appreciation. I had learned to be empathetic about other people’s p...in and give them the respect of actually listening to what they had to say. I knew I would probably be a “Well Behaved slut” and all of the things that I was experiencing as a “Good girl” like time to relax or people food would be taken away from again.In a way, I felt it was cruel because I had forgotten the simple joy of having a moment to. She looked into the bathroom mirror, and evaluated herself. She did her best to look miserable and heartbroken. She had to convince Van that she'd just left a "Dear Bobby" letter to break up with him, and needed to look the part.Van banged on the door, and stepped back a couple steps. He vividly remembered Julie's threats to his life at the end of his last visit. He expected to have to calm her down first, so he could then screw her brains out. The coke buzzing in his head lent itself to his. “Well,” smiled Havers, “which one of you is going to be the lucky one to welcome the Master home?” Havers spun a coin. “Call, Melissa,” he said. “Heads,” said Melissa forlornly. Havers looked at the coin. “Wrong,” he said. “Off you go, Julia. You’ll find the cellar door unlocked and your Master in the main bedroom.” “Thank you, Sir,” said Julia. She bobbed a little breast-quivering curtsey before turning to go. Havers grinned at Melissa as he unbuckled his belt. “It’s alright, Melissa,” he. He had said nothing about utilizing his hands, but he did not appreciate my suggestion. “You may remove it but without utilizing anyone’s hands. Is that clearer?” “Yes Sir, sorry.” After giving it more thought, I bore down at the same time as tensing my cunt muscles. Slowly, out came the egg. Joe was pleased, judging by the smile on his face. “Sir, may your little slut go for a shower? Would you care to join me?” “Yes, you may shower. And no, I will not join you at this time.” I was pleased.