The place turned out to be a large and gaudy combination saloon, dance hall, and gambling hall called, The Silver Palace and Saloon. The place occupie... half the city block, side to side as well as front to back.He pushed through the batwings and stepped to the side to let his eyes adjust to the dim interior and to look the place over. The central portion held the saloon. Off to the left, near the center, lay the gambling hall and directly across from that lay the entrance to the dance hall.. Not one drop escapes her lips.When I finally finally finish, my limp dick drops from her mouth. She looks up at me with those bright blue eyes of hers and swallows my load before she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue to show me that she swallowed all of it.“That was so delicious. Almost as good as the blood that keeps me satiated,” she says before climbing up my body and straddling my chest. A big grin takes over her face as she slides her hips forward, inching her rather big cock. I really should have read the fine print.....I have to call her Ma'am or Ma'dam at all times. Not Miss Laura anymore. I help her dress and take care of personal matters. I bathe her and give her manicures and pedicures. I also wax her legs, underarms, pussy and anal area once a week. Of course she trained me to do everything HER way. I suggested that she gets electrolysis, but she loves it when I wax her.When she goes to the Throne room, I wipe her front and rear. After she is finished and. I called Jillian. When she answered I told her itwas me, Paul Mangione and I was feeling better.Jillian said in a cold sounding voice, "Can you please hold one second,Miss.". That took me back a bit, however when she returned to the phoneis when I really started to realize how much my voice had changed."Hello, this is not funny! My boss is Paul Mangione, a man! He isgravely ill! Do not call here again, Miss...who...whoever you are! Or Iwill have to get the police involved!" Jillian said in a.