Once inside his house, I would immediately strip naked and crawl over the living room to the kitchen where they were eating and I would ask to be coll...red with a bright red dog collar. And thus as he and his friends ate the Chinese takeout, I remained on my knees to serve them, fetch them beers, massage their feet, and sucking on their cocks or licking their assholes as they continued to eat. Later his friends would order me to crawl around the living room with chopsticks stuck into my vagina. ”“Okay, son, I’ll do less potatoes then.”That was it. If it had been Mum, there’d have been an inquisition, but with Dad it was just, I’ll do less potatoes.“Do you want some breakfast?” he asked.“I’m just going to get a couple of Weetabix,” I told him, “thanks though.”“What’s brought this on?” he asked.“I talked to George, her Dad,” I said.“Yes, I know that George is her Dad,” he said, interrupting my flow.“With my being in Manchester during the week, I won’t be able to go on our regular weekly. Nicole was in the kitchen fixing breakfast. When Annabelle entered the room, Nicole asked, “Am I allowed breakfast this morning, Mistress Ann?”Annabelle immediately answered, “Yes, cowgirl, you may eat breakfast, but keep it light and drink plenty of liquids.”“Yes, Mistress,” Nicole answered as she placed a plate of bacon and eggs with some toast in front of Annabelle. For herself, Nicole had prepared just some toast and jam. She washed that down with a glass of orange juice and several glasses. The shirt, opened to show off gold chains, was a light blue."What do you think of the party?" Dean asked. His fingers toying with the back hem of my skirt. I stiffened."Oh it's something alright. It takes a bit of getting used to." I smiled nervously."Here, let me get you a refill." Dean took the empty glass out of my hand and I blinked. I hadn't realized I'd drank it.Nodding I waited, sighing in relief that he'd walked away and allowed me to breath again. However the rest was short.