Visual aids. If you would permit, will you tell your slave to come out here?”“Heather! Please join us!” The redheaded slave, still dressed in he... bow tie, vest and skirt came out from around the corner near the kitchen and knelt at her master’s feet.“Sir?”“Turn and face Lord Blackmon, he has something to say to you.” A brief flash of confusion appeared on her face but she turned and knelt facing the other chair.Lord Blackmon crooked his finger indicating for her to come near him. He set his. He didn't see that much of her since shelived up state but she was always mollycoddling him and bringing himweird gifts. The gifts were always labeled: To Heather. Hepositively hated being called Heather.That red velvet sailor suit she gave him at Christmas was a primeexample of her way out gifts. The pants fit him tightly in the crotchand butt, had those flashy brass buttons in the front and wide flaresat the legs. The white dress shirt had ruffles of all things at thecollar and cuffs. . That took a minute and a half. It was really no contest and she made her choice quickly, but, … Kayla’s eyes went to the bikini. It wasn’t even the thong type. It got just a little nutty then as Kayla recalled snippets of her conversations with her aunt. ‘Stop talking yourself under a rock.’ ‘You need to like yourself, Kayla.’ ‘You need to try. Something at least.’ Kayla wanted to shake her head and almost wondered where the tiny loudspeaker was. Just what the hell kind of sappy movie was she. I’d even love to…to…oh god you have no idea I told myself as my eyes closed. She let go of it. No, don’t…don’t let go. Keep doing that, I told myself. Doesn’t she like it? “I like how it felt” she told me. Sitting and facing her I told her how I loved how her perfume smelled. But for some reason I couldn’t tell her how turned on I was about feeling her tits. I wanted to. They did turn me on. Feeling them, her tits, was extraordinary. Feeling them was heightening. I felt my cock tingle, more..