Im glad to see her naked. When she is, shes no more special than any other slavey female in the room. Were all the same, at least thats what were supposed to be. Toys. Trinkets. Slaves. Bitches. Properties. They all have their pet name for us. But were all the same. Fleshcunts, asses, t**s and mouths. You throw us into a good fantasy and they can do just about anything they want. We just lap it up and come back for more. After its over, were used goods. Sore cunts, beaten asses, bruised t**s.
Evie, little princess that she is, aint no different. Shes hunched over and trembling, staring at Billys whip like its going to bite. You bet it bites, girl.
Grab the end, Evie, West finally barks the order. Whats going to happen is enough to make any girl in the room shrink back in
