Instead of seeing my own familiar face, I saw the image of ayoung blonde female, wide-eyed with fright, and dressed in a gown ofpale blue.?She must be...in front of me,? I thought, and I tried in vain to seemyself behind her, but instead I saw only the shadow of my stalkerdrawing much nearer. Someone touched me then and I screamed in a mostunmanly manner and awoke.?Master James, you are called to the house,? said one of the footmen.He was a good fellow named Luther, who had been in the service of. I didn’t need realism. Perhaps there was something lighter.*“Sir?”“Yes, Josef?”“There is a telephone call for you.”“And?”“It is Frau Anderson.”“Ah.”“She says she must speak with you.”“I don’t understand.”“I think she is asking whether she can come here.”“I see. Yes, whenever she wishes. Tressler visits, why not Louise?”“I will tell her.”Josef reported that she would be here before 16:00. I told him to make certain there was both coffee and tea as well as several sorts of sweets.“I have spoken. They seemed to enjoy that and she just tried to focus on giving good head while she endured the humiliation. "Here," the boss said, taking the leash from her husband and hanging the loop end on his cock. They all laughed again, then the boss said to her, "Go ahead and finish him off." She started bobbing her head in long strokes, trying to show how easily she could make him cum. It was taking him a bit longer than normal, probably because of all these people watching, and she was trying not to. Kitty. Take off your britches.’ Kitty’s eyes popped wide and she stood stock still, hoping that she had simply misheard or was entering a surreal realm of waking nightmare. But no. ‘I want you fully stripped, Kitty. You can disobey me, but I wouldn’t advise it, considering the severe punishment you already have coming to you.’ Surely this is punishment enough of itself, Kitty wanted to object. But, as if mesmerised, she unbuckled the belt and lowered the britches to her ankles, having no.