“Hot damn!” Jerome groaned, “You’re even tighter than your sister! Now hold still, I want to magic marker your tight ass.” And that’s when I felt something wet touch my upper buttocks and scrawl something across my ass. “There, that says it like it is.”

“What did you write?” I asked curiously.

“Whore. In big bold letters.”

I dared not say anything in the way of complaint, as my real master would surely make me pay for that when I was returned to him. So instead of crying out, or screaming I just moaned as I fought back against the pain, and humiliation.

“Yeah, your daddy and uncle said you’d...