Morning spank feast on that plump ass!

Maybe he gets off being called useless… Blacked She, like the other eight slaves, was standing between two big steel tanks. He said that when he finally gave me a name, it would mean that he accepted me as his slave. Master stepped forward and put his hand against the metal of the tank. The carousel is a HUGE machine. Herr Dunkler’s smile left his face for a moment, then he looked down at me, smiled again, and said, “I’m just glad that the little glitch in my new Dolphins didn’t damage your property.”
Somehow his smile didn’t look very friendly. He waited patiently until everyone had been paid off, then stepped up and held out his hand so that two fingers were touching Herr Dunkler’s chest. I would love to know how much it was, but that isn’t something a slave asks her Master. His mouth was very straight and rigid as he said harshly, “He’s cheating.”
I didn’t say anything, but precious said, “What do you mean?”
“No wonder he refused my entry fee,” Master said almost angrily. Remember, you don’t have to win, but you don’t want to lose.”
He didn’t have to remind me of that. While they released her feet from the weight, the Carousel started again. His face returned to the rigid mask and he said in a very controlled tone, “He’s making sure that puta drops into a freezing tank every time. This time it was a girl with really dark, black skin who dropped into the cold tank. She once told me that Master saved her life in more than one way.