Beatrice was warming up to having her own servants like it was second nature. All the things that Julias did but had lost a taste for, Beatrice was do...ng for him. When he had finally moved on from having to leave his wife behind a century ago, it had been a slow, tortured walk back into a sex life. And he never really embraced using his powers to indulge in it. Beatrice, on the other hand, was eating it up.She really had that spark.“You, back in the tub,” she said, and pointed down.Julias. “What in the world are you doing in here and why are you eating my pretzel sticks?” I shouted. The most surprising thing wasn’t what the culprit was doing, it was who it was. Mrs. Higgins, one of the match teachers here. Everything about the brunette screamed high class from her golden silk blouse, grey pencil skirt and those expensive-looking heels. “I saw these pretzels sticks sitting on your desk earlier and thought I try some. Needless to say, they are very delicious.” “You couldn’t’ve. She called me and told me she would be late. Brent had an apartment close and they met there....They quickly and passionately kissed and undressed each other. She helped him and started it kiss all over his body and then she took his beautiful black cock in her mouth and sucked him. He got more and more erect as she sucked him and rubbed his ass, his cock head became more and more engorged as she sucked him to a gagging spurting cumming. He got her up and proceeded to eat her and then. " "Thank you, master," I breathed, hoping the answer would please him. "I shall enjoy punishing such beautiful buttocks as yours, my dear. I think we shall begin with a sound spanking every morning before breakfast. It will do you wonders!" My heart was pounding in terror at this news, but a part of me I did not recognize was excited by the prospect of the daily spanking. What would it be like to be spanked every day? Would it become boring or old? Would my skin take such punishment? How.