Gloria walked into the room. She smiled at me and nodded toward thecoffee. "Can I have some of that?" She said."Please sit down, ma'am," I said. I cur...sied. I hurried to get hercoffee."You look good as a maid," she said. "I don't know what I was fightingit for. You have a. cute little butt." Thank you, ma'am," I said."I've been thinking," she said. "I think you should call me MissGloria." But. you're married," I said.Miss Gloria laughed. "To my maid? I don't think the state of Ohiorecognizes. It's probably happened before, as weird as it sounds.Of the sixteen races, as a flügel, you are of the sixth to strongest beings in the world. Considering the first few are effectively gods and concepts, that isn't bad at all. Your people have glowing rings above your heads as well as white wings protruding from your lower backs. Though they resemble angels, they're often more compared to demons due to their violent history and terrifying power. They also tend to be rather shameless, at least. "Back on your feet, bitch!" Rutilius snapped ruthlessly at thewounded gladiatrix, once more earning Taleena's withering contempt.Breaca groaned in misery as she heaved the thorny cross-piece up again, wincingas the strenuous motion lifted her tortured breasts higher upon her chest.Her nipples, chilled to taut raspberries by the crisp morning air, jiggledenticingly as she struggled back to her feet. Rutilius continued to prod herwith the thorn-club, more teasingly than forcefully, until the. More attentive...More obedient...It's a pleasure you've never experienced before...It's addictive and erotic...You want more...Each line makes you feel aroused...Sexy...Obedient..Captive...You can't look away...The cravings have become so strong now...Trying to look away only draws you back...Reminds you that I'm in control, not you...And knowing I'm in control pleases you...Makes you proud of your submission to me...Good girl.You are doing so well...You are so focused...Your mind is open to.