Parkston, this is my slave, Roxanne.” She
instinctively bowed while keeping her hands on her head, her breasts
hanging down and her nipples hardened, “Good afternoon Master Smith
and Master Parkston, Milord says you are friends of his, ‘tis a
pleasure to meet you.” She heard her Master tell her to kneel in the
silence, only urging her with his mind, saying nothing, she complied. Xxx Parkston, lovely weather today isn’t
it?” He sounded as if nothing had changed, like he didn’t notice
that the men’s mouths were hung in shock and with drool starting to
drip onto their chins, she stood there as her Master ripped the tape
from her lips and she didn’t even dare scream at the pain, her hands
still on her head she was blind to the faces, only becoming familiar
with the voices and scents, “Well …
