“Good morning, Captain.” I said back, noting japanese the glow of her cheeks, and the way her hands always seemed to find her belly. “Hey Adrianna.” Soraya yawned, strutting out from one of the basin alcoves. There were bruises on her knees, handprints all over her breasts and backside, and scratch marks running along her spine. She wore them like battle scars, and smirked crookedly as she made her way to the towel rack. Brianna stumbled into the washroom, took two uneasy steps, asian then rushed to the sink, and puked. “I’m fine!” She insisted, “I just had some bad… why I am bothering to lie to you anymore? I did too much coke last night, and tried to counteract it with too much exotic alcohol.” She heaved, splattering the sink, “It didn’t work.” My first instinct was to reprimand her, but I stayed that echo of Adarian before he made a fool of me. When I thought about it, I didn’t even know if narcotics were illegal in Alkandra. Was anything illegal in Alkandra? Not currently, no. Not until I decided it was. I turned away from the woman puking in the sink, and pondered that thought. What ethos would we base Alkandran law upon? Certainly not the Highland doctrine I’d followed nearly all my life, but it also couldn’t be the brutal tribal laws. It was something Yavara should’ve already set in place, but Yavara was hundreds of miles away. “Oh Sor-ay-a,” Eva’s voice sung as she entered the room. Soraya turned around, clapped her hands over her mouth, and squealed delightedly. Eva was dressed in leather ranger armor, though she’d tailored it for less militaristic endeavors. The buxom corset and chaps looked like something I’d find in an Ardeni brothel, and she was naked from navel to mature thigh, only a thin belt strung atop her bulging glutes to hold a short leather scabbard before her crotch. She caught my eye, and winked. Did I blush? A little, maybe. “Oh my god, Domina!” Soraya exclaimed, examining her paramour’s outfit, “It’s beautiful!” “I thought you’d like it.” Eva chuckled, the sound exuding from her with a menace that hadn’t been there before. Did I feel tingle between my legs? Perhaps. Brianna looked up at the newly-minted dominatrix, then barfed into the sink. Eva smirked with black-sheened lips, “I see that you and Kiera got along handsomely.” “Did you get something for me?” Soraya asked her lover, “You know, the…” “…right here.” Eva grinned, proffering a collar and leash. Soraya clapped giddily, then turned around, and presented her neck for Eva. Without even a hint of shame, she was collared and leashed before the rest of us. In fact, there was a measure of pride to her face when she touched the nameplate that hung before the hollow of her throat. The image roused a memory I had of April, who on special occasions, would let me treat her like the dog she (literally) was. I awaited the pain that memory would bring, but it didn’t come. All I felt in that moment, japan was a strange curiosity for how it might feel to be on the end of that leash. "Thank you," she said quietly, trying her best to give him a smile. Z”_ I was completely stunned. Such questions rushed through my mind. And she uses this glove wash cloth thingy to scrub me in the shower. We need to formulate a plan on how to combat this huge issue. “Goddamn, yes!” I moaned, pounding my daughter's cunt. I liked the feel of the sheets against my japanese bare skin. She was wearing no bra, just her teddy, thigh asian mature high matching stockings and her pink little panties. Since they were both very neat and clean, there wouldn’t be that much inside work for the time being. “Maybe!” I said. She lifted her ass a little more so that her mound could push harder against his face. He took a pair of japan suction cups from his drawer and ordered Claire to lick the rim so that the moisture would provide a stronger exotic seal. He sat the paddle down and poured mineral oil over her ass . “Do you like your ass played with?” The task master asked.