“Let me see your collar,” he said as he gently tilted her head to look at the Presidential seal on either side of the cold iron collar. xnx Worthington, and with her gone, Scarlett had become the center of attention yet again. A shame that was no doubt doubled by the constant bombardment of vulgar insults the president and her other master’s continually threw at her. I really miss him.” She was crying again, “He was, he was really good to me.”
“What happened after he left?”
“Mom moved us into the Milford Institute in Colorado Springs; we’ve been living there ever since.”
“Take a hit,” he said as he handed the teen a joint and poured himself another glass of bourbon, “You need it?”
“What do I do?”
“You start, by not neglecting to call me master.”
“I’m sorry, master. He reached out to gently fondle one of her breasts and
