The thrill was gone. It was getting them to that point that always excited her and Anita was just like her "OK girls what time are you bringing indian your sluts by today? I want to see them myself." "I'm going by the apartment at ten. I want to feed her some more cum soaked breakfast then we're going to come over here," said Anita. Susanna said "I have to go over and turn off the controller and check out to see if the programming worked. I want to clean her up and drive by the school to see if her personality changes when she is in the building. Then we are coming here. I figure we will get here around ten thirty or so. Is Dad going to be here?" "That will work. Dad is going to be here at eleven and is bringing a few of his friends to try out the new sluts." "Great I'll see you then," Susanna said as she rushed out the door. Anita smiled at her sister and looked at her mother. "Mom when did you know what you wanted to do with your life? I mean when did you know that training slaves was your calling?" "When I was about your age, I had a girlfriend that I was very close to. She was always around and I learned that she would always let me make any decisions. After a while I started being more dominate with her. Making her dress or undress the way I wanted. The more I made her do the more I enjoyed it. After about a year she was totally submissive to me. I kept pushing her and pushing her till she couldn't refuse anything I'd tell her to do. Just after high school I brought her with me to the United States and made her my first slave. It wasn't long after that I became bored with her and sold her to a couple in England. Ever since then I began training slaves and selling them when I got bored with them. I think you are just like me." "Thanks mom, I've got to go and get my slave. I'll be back soon. I love you." Anita got up for the table and walked out to her car. It was like a red light was on inside her head. As I lay there attempting to bring clarity to the situation and the darkness surrounding me I had a throbbing headache, an unforgiving urge to piss as well as real pain in my asshole. Marcus and Dr. Ronda were hitting it off quite well. I kissed my older sister indian on the lips and as she reached between my legs I put a hand over her breast. She asked. He began to lick her neck as he gently squeezed her ass, sliding his hands up and down it. On the bed, Gertrude was riding the Count cowgirl style. I pounded harder and faster as she wrapped her legs around me. She stopped calling out and just groaned and moaned as she clung to me. I pounded for all I was worth for several more minutes with the only sound being our breathing and our flesh slapping. Debby walked away smiling funny. However as much as I’d enjoy watching the both of them rolling around in the puddle of cum we still had other things to do. Before long, calling Candy bitch was so natural he had to use conscious effort not to do it in public. What the hell had I been thinking just now? That same thought went through her mind, as for the briefest moment, her smile faded, but then it was relit and she skipped over to me with her tail wagging. But after the weekend, each made it to lunch.