Mordecai was breathing thru his mouth in short pants as the two sluts moved in a single file as he indicated. Their moans and whimpers as the new heat and the old mixed in a fiery concoction. Their eyes averted. They had that subdued slouch so common among those having their first few brushes with his style of torture.  He was delighted and hope Frank and Jonesy would be also.<br/><br/>There were no questions. The older one with the set jaw probably would not ask a question if her life depended on it. The younger one, the one so fond of a good meal of pussy just wanted a place to rest. Exactly where he wanted them both.<br/><br/>No idle hands. Punished for orgasming without permission without them knowing the team had watched the whole performance and loved it. Punished on the sly since Mordecai did not want to let them know they had been watched. And they begged to be used. Good enough for him. Something they would remember tomorrow when their trainers came for them.<br/><br/>Tonight it was back in the cage. Mordecai gave a satisfied nod and tugged on the leash attached to Cassie collar.<br/><br/>"Come" Mordecai said and stepped off.<br/><br/>There was no rush. His plan was straight forward enough. Take them by way of the short cut. Past the dog kennels where the dogs would be waiting to jump out and try to eat them thru the chain link fence. Past the horse barn where the odd looking saddles were placed on the saw horses. Then to the Hen House. A short walk and then pop them into their cage. Simple.<br/><br/>