<strong>Mordecai ~ showing Emma around</strong><br/><br/>Mordecai was reluctant even then to let Emma move. She did and took those five stepped. Five stepped that allowed him enough room to shut the isolation room. The staff would clean it. Open it to air. But for now he chose to close it from preying eyes. Let them wonder and worry who was next.<br/><br/>In the meantime, Mordecai was thinking about how to fuck this luscious bitch in front of Madeline tonight and tomorrow. It would have been Helen but he had gotten robust and she was in no condition for another session. But he wished she was.<br/><br/>He shrugged off that feeling, pushed it aside. Helen was a slave bitch. Besides what he planned for her would be worse than the sessions and last considerable longer.<br/>Mordecai then turned his attention back to Emma. His cock hard again as he took her chain. His hand on her forearm and he gave the chain a tug.<br/><br/>Then stepped off. It didn’t take long to make the distance from the Hen House to the Main house. Emma wouldn’t have any idea of course. Unless the restless sounds from the stable or the vicious growling as they walk along the kennels meant anything to her. It didn’t to Mordecai except that he had planned for Madeline which involved animals.<br/><br/>But first he had Emma, who he wanted to fuck so hard his dick was screaming obscenities as he continued to delay his own pleasure.  He had priorities. He was willing to sacrifice his own pleasure to see that justice was done, no matter how long he had to hold off.<br/><br/>Into the main house thru the kitchen the only way slaves were allowed. Down the hall and to his suite. This hand on the door as he entered.<br/><br/>“I hope you’ve been resting Madeline, because it’s time for your training to begin,” Mordecai told her.<br/><br/>“You remember Emma don’t you?”<br/><br/>