Many hours later I hear the sound of footsteps. My excitement is uncontrollable. My consciousness has, over the hours, spiraled down to only the bases... of instincts. I am now at the same level as a dog, a bitch, when her owners come home after an extended time away. My excitement at hearing the benign sounds of footsteps is something I cannot even come close to describing, only that it is pure and raw. I struggle in desperation to sit up so that I might greet my Mistress with the respect and. She got off the arm of my chair & went over to Jack holding out her hand & said here come with me. Jack took her hand, she led him over to me, she took my hand & said come with me.She led us both into our bedroom & stopped at the foot of the bed,telling us to stand there a minute. Jack & I looked at each other with a puzzled look on our faces. Neither of us had any idea of what she was doing.Then she stood on the bed & started doing a slow bump & grind dance,with teasing brushes over her tits &. Did you know Ekaterina’s farther used to and still do I think, fuck her on a regular basses, she told me some time ago, she looks forward to it too, and recons its better with him than any other man because he’s so gentle, sometimes she said they have a three some apparently Ekaterina came home from work one day went to get changed and found her Dad fucking Anastasia up the ass, she was moaning and asking him to do it harder” my Dad said “well, well would never think that about those two always. "I will carry it to the door anyway," I said. "Here is a card with my Email address on it." Mine is [email protected]," he informed me. I figured I could remember that so I didn't write it down. I remembered his provider by the phrase buy the goat. A memory of Molly came to mind.I wondered who would get Molly, since Carlos and I were not working together any more. Maybe I'll remember to ask, when I got to Jeremy's resort project. I might have to confront Carlos there.It seemed I was.