Chapter Ten
The day had gone, and it was time to report. Robin was on her last weary legs and could hardly stay awake. At 6:01 p.m. she typed the code 945645 hoping her Master would let the tardiness pass: Master, are you there?
Yes, my little s*x doll appeared on her computer screen. How did it go?
The events of the morning filled her mind. The jack leg man had f****d in the bathtub until sheets of splashing water made the floor slick, and she had almost drowned beneath the bubbles as she sucked the nasty man’s c**k, and she had squirted a humiliating volume of agony as the man ate her p***y. Then afterward her abuser made her dry the floor with an old house dress while he spanked her ass. Robin typed. I did as you asked, Master.
Again her homepage tray filled. Yes, you did Slut54, a
