Have a bath. Shave. Clean every last inch of yourself for me, especially your pussy and arse. I'm going to lick you everywhere and I want you to be...clean."All I could do was blink at him and wonder what the hell....? Then he slapped my face, only lightly but enough to startle me; I gave a cry and stumbled backwards."Upstairs. Bath." He showed me the six-pack of beer in his left hand. "I'm going to drink two of these and expect you downstairs. Don't dry yourself, come down wet. And. Carrying on in my father's example, I considered the servants my property and freely used them as such. The other family trait, uncontrolled rage, was just an added perk.Helen was the fair skinned daughter of nobles, very different from the ignorant, poor servants I so happily exploited for pleasure. She was a docile, obedient young girl raised with high born manners, who therefore rarely spoke. She had light blue eyes and abnormally long, lean legs; nubile under her gowns. She seemed so. A cursory check of his photo, visa stamp and Residence Certificate and he was good to go. Thankfully he travelled light and there was no luggage to collect. In just one-hundred-and-twenty minutes though he'd have to be back at Departures and boarding the local flight home.Technology had facilitated them yet again, as he'd booked a room at the InterContinental right there at the terminal building, online.'I'm here, what room number are you in?' A simple sentence to text, but it took him four. I did and of course Beth said sure and she looked me right in the eyes and I was thinking man oh man this could be trouble. Jean and Beth hit it off and it was like I didn't exist. AFter about five drinks I noticed Beth rubbing Jean's thigh. I remember telling Beth that Jean talked about eating pussy when we had sex and I wasn't sure if Beth was doing this to fuck with me or she was really attracted to Jean. Now Jean can hold her own. She has huge tits and the best looking pussy I've ever.