Breakfast. Good idea. Give me a minute, Sis, and I'll be right with you," and I dragged myself across the bunk, then descended the ladder, my morning ...ood doing its usual drum roll."Shh! You're going to wake them up!" Karen hissed at me."Too late, Honey," I heard our Dad's voice from their queen-sized bed. "I swear I'm going to get rid of that ladder until your brother learns how to use it without beating himself half to death every morning. I have no idea how you put up with that, Steve. Isn't. The lady leading me however was a slave and explained very clearly thedifference. I was to serve 3 VIP tables rotating between each tableobeying every order that was requested of me. The other waitresses alsohad to obey orders but got paid for it. The money that I earned for theevening would of course go straight to Master.So with some excitement and a huge amount of anxiety I was dressed in mywaitress outfit., which was that of a sexy bunny girl. The slave left mycorset, chastity and collar on. Rebecca loved the marinas, tall sailing ships, and beautiful water taxis. We spent hours as our driver slowly took us around the city by water.Directly across the street from the Liseberg, is STUK Manufaktur, where Colleen and Rebecca shopped for all sorts of new clothing. Their hours of browsing resulted in fabulous gifts for Mr. Bell and Millie, Maggie, Sherrie, Jerry, and Jennifer, as well as the ladies in Colleen's office and the gals who worked for Rebecca before she retired.When. “Good morning, Mr. Rizzo,” a muffled voice said, “I’m Nurse Stevens and I’m here to draw some blood.” Jeff frowned and nodded after he got over the initial shock. “Have you been staying home?” she asked as she began to prepare a syringe. “Yup,” he said. “Met up with anyone?” “Nope.” “Ordered takeout?” “Uh-uh.” She nodded and then poked his arm with the needle. She drew a small amount of blood and then sat back and studied him through the facemask. If she noticed his erection, she did a good job.