Soaking in the atmosphere and making me nostalgic for the parties my former foxy Master would throw every other night back at his mansion. Ah yes, those were the days, watching the sisters get center stage for the party so suitors can size them up, grope and spank the right parts, and hump the goods before making any serious decisions to buy. All part and parcel of selling daughters that cannot be bothered to make themselves productive via other means, as I keep a calm smile on my face and trying to not cry out in my own sexual frustration. Wearing this damn chastity belt for far too long, especially with all of the delicious humping going about.<br/><br/>So getting spanked by my temporary Master only makes me wince a little, the crystals grinding further inside of my womb, and letting out an annoyed bunny huff. Wanting me to do more work for him even after all the hard work I put into making his daughters presentable as party sluts. Rolling my eyes at that and shaking my butt even more in his general direction.<strong>"NNNNNaaaaa....I don't wanna! Making me wear this mean chastity belt! Master is the worst! Pyon!"</strong>Huffing out and raising up my chin in bunny defiance, and right in front of his guests and business associates and friends.