Master had created it as a system to ensure that I earned my keep through service and not just prostitution. I had to meet a certain amount of points ...very week or else face consequences. My sister and I weren’t in a competition over the points, but it would also be a way to rank which one of us was trying harder than the other.That was quite a motivator for me.This week we were at the campground we were exempted, because my sister and I had been pretty much full-time ponies.“Instead, I will. But what’s done is done, and I’m just grateful you still love me in spite of it," she said, then she ruffled my hair saying, "Hey, speaking of brunch, are you hungry, baby? We really should eat something.”I climbed onto the couch, and we hugged. “Yeah, we really should eat something, honey,” I agreed.Lori broke our hug, giving me a weak smile as she got up and headed to the kitchen saying, “Grab a cup of coffee, and I’ll whip up some bacon and eggs, baby.”I grabbed our cups out of the cupboard. Linda was taking her time getting to the bar, so Bruce wanted to get Marie out of the way as quickly as possible.“I’m just glad my friend wasn’t standing here with me. I don’t think he would have taken kindly to being ignored.”“I have half a mind to tell him, frankly,” said Marie.“I’m terribly sorry, ma’am. I apologize sincerely. Let me give you a clean glass.”By this time another couple were standing behind Marie witnessing her rebuke of him. He quickly filled a flute of champagne and handed. The bottle is now between her legs, and we know she is not wearing any underwear, we watched her take them off. Jesus, is she going to do this? I thought she was just going to dance *around* the bottle and maybe fondle it suggestively. Boy, was I ever square. The camera pulls back for a better look. Her knees bend and she gets lower, the neck of the bottle disappears under the skirt. She bends down a little further, her hips down toward the bottle, she gasps a little, she bites her lip for a.