Zoey whimpered softly at the mention of the names she did not want to hear. She sniffled and he could see her chest rise and fall more rapidly. She looked as though she might start to hyperventilate but she simply pulled herself up into the chair and turned to write the invitations. She sniffled again and it took her a moment to stop her hand from trembling so that she could write. She wanted to beg him to not make her do this but she knew it would only earn her punishment and then he would still make her obey him. So she did as she was told and began to write out the invitations.<br/><br/><i>Dear Lord Randall, You are cordially invited to a dinner with Lord Quentin at his estate with dinner and entertainment to be most graciously supplied. He wishes to discuss recent acquisitions both in business and in the form of his new slave Zoey. She will be honoured to service you in any way you like, be it her supple body, skilled mouth or any other opening that you see fit to use. She will do anything you say no matter how perverse with a smile on her whore face. You may beat her, have her fellate you, stuff her slave cunt and whatever else you wish.</i>She wrote. Once it was done she took the paper in her mouth and crawled sensually back to her Master to seek his approval before continuing with the other invitations.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>