"Ooh, I like when you ride me Sammie," Cat moans as she calms down."Who's Sammie?" I ask, staring at the globs of white on her lightly tanned stomach....Sam!" Cat says, sitting up and staring at me, grabbing the thin blanket and covering herself. "How long have you been there?" She asks, blushing."Since shortly after you shut off the shower," I say, walking towards her. "How did you keep that hidden under your thin dresses, skirts, and short pyjama shorts?" I ask, grabbing the blanket and pulling. A list of chores rested on the kitchen top. The first few chores took just over an hour and left me with one left as I took a break for lunch. I grabbed a glass of water from the tap and some leftover pizza out of the fridge before heading outside and starting the lawnmower. Out of all of the chores left for me, the one I liked the most, or at least the one I hated the least, was mowing the lawn. I was out in the sun and could take my shirt off while working to start on an early tan. Another. She learned how different restraints worked, how to prepare the equipment and clean it after.She explained certain needs of women to me, which I found to be very helpful in caring for the women I had. I would wake her up in the morning allow her to pick out which instrument of punishment I would use on her that day. Yes, she was whipped every day with a different type of whip or paddle until we had used everyone I own.Once Eve had picked the instrument of punishment I would have her place it on. Everything seemed perfect! Everything except one thing:Loni.She was five-foot six, early 20's, self-assured, gorgeous, and her conical knockers had every man's attention, that is, except me. I hardly notice girls boobs. Even before I could tie my shoes I was an ass freak (though not anal sex). And, Loni's rear-end was divine and otherworldly! It hypnotized and magnetized and otherwise stupified.I wanted so much to kneel behind her and praise her glorious glutious and fondle and kiss those round.