I comply as he informs me that he will not be repeating himself again tonight. Then he comes to my eye level and wraps his big hands around my neck. I...close my eyes in bliss; I've been waiting for this for so long. "Tonight you are going to reply with, 'Yes sir.' You are here for my pleasure, I'm going to train you like the slave bitch you are. Do you understand?" I reply with a, "Yes, sir," like an obedient child. He slaps me with a force that made my pussy very wet. As I get wet in my. "And what will Madame's pleasure be today?" "Rogers (butlers are always called Rogers because they're jolly rogerers, and if you don't believe me ask Cunty the maid), Madame is in the mood for something in the bronzed continental range. Perhaps something Italian, all sultry sensuality, with sleek lines and sharp suits. Something with the silky smoothness of a cappuccino, the tangy vitality of a Limoncello, and the gluttonous hedonism of a visit to the gelateria." How about this one, Madame? I. That's what the tickets say." "Do we have time for a quickie?" "You already know what happens when we get intimate. Minutes turn to hours and we'll miss the flight. As much as I need to be inside you, I'll wait until later on." "Just put your cock inside me. I'll make sure we finish on time." I relented and slipped the waist of her pants down. She already had mine opened, my cock was sliding back and forth in her grip. I lifted her in my arms. Erin cooed in my ear having felt me inch inside,. I am one of them, and I see my next customer slowly approaching me.He was finely dressed; with a modern, three piece suit with gemmed studs as his buttons. His shoes, being black in color and gemmed lining around the front, were glistening as he walked with strife and confidence. Not to mention his beautifully crafted top-hat, the brim shining in the lights of the night as he approached me. I knew he was going to pay well for my services.As he stood in front of me, he took his top-hat off to.