“So where are your clothes?” asked Judy with her typical smirk. Free porn We might go back into the tub later this afternoon.”
Judy smirked, and Joan added – “to soak and warm up.”
All four girls laughed. She could also see Sara buried to her breasts in the snow that had filled the tunnel when the end of it collapsed. Joan’s clothing was soaked to the skin. Sara entered the tunnel and began chopping snow and pushing it back toward Joan who was nearer the doorway. “And we need to know when you want to be treated as a friend and when you wanted to be treated as a slave.”
“I am always your slave,” answered Sara.
