Now we had moved on in our relationship. I was now the Master, and she was my submissive little pet. She could not be a better slave and slut. We cont...nued to have fun and grow into our roles. Coming home one day I could see that something was on her mind. After she arose from her knees at my command, she went about getting dinner ready. She was quieter than normal. She was pleasant to me, of course. As she served dinner I could see she was wanting to say something, but was holding back. She. She wanted to know if I was still interested in helping her get her new Tumble dryer; she left her phone number and told me to call her with my answer.I replied that I was still very interested and she should pop around the next morning to sort out when she wanted to pick it up.Next morning I was woken up by someone knocking on my door. I answered it still half asleep to find Jill standing there in a dress. It was 9:30 a.m.; she had taken her son to school. Jill looked really nice, and I didn't. “Great picture, nice cheeks too, so soft. I like to feel them quite often,” I said with a laugh. All breathing stopped.“Back it up to the beginning. The spot was not finished when I left this morning. Let me see the whole clip,” I said as there was a rush of air; they all started to breathe againNo one objected.The spot was one minute long; none of the pictures were on screen more than a few seconds.“Not bad for the first run; Ching Lee is there all week with some great looking people making. Jezebel rapped on the door and in a high-pitched feminine voice cried out that she needed help right away.The door swung open and the already pajama clad supervisor with a silly net on her hair stuck her head out with an irritated look on her attractive face. Jezebel pushed her back inside and all three of them swiftly entered the small building and checked for any other warm bodies or dangerous weapons.The woman was struggling in Jezebel's strong arms strengthened by living her entire life by.