Sometimes, there would be guests that she would be required to serve, clothed, at least to start. Now there was to be a grand ball.She would attend at...her master's side and represent him as his sex slave. B knew she would be presented to many of the nobles, and her being pleasing to them would reflect well on her master. If she did not please them, to their satisfaction, or gave offense, it would mean a loss in status for her master and severe punishment for her.B would see to it that her. So that’s the type of woman she is.In her 20s she went travelling to Italy to see the world. This was before Airbnb so she used a service called Couchsurfing where you could pretty much stay at people’s places for free, but also have guests at your place when you were at home. She’s actually still on the Couch Surfing website (even though she hasn’t used it in a while), and her profile definitely comes off slutty. In her profile, she says that the person she’s hosting should tell her roommates. “I really wish I had,” I told her sincerely. “You’re just saying that. You don’t really mean it.” “I know I behaved like a real bitch, but now I honestly do wish I’d hung around.” “It was my first time doing anything like that,” she said in a muffled voice. I was worried that she might burst into tears. “I know it was and I’m not proud of what I did. But you looked so happy, and you were asleep, I didn’t want to wake you and spoil things for you.” “You certainly spoiled things when you weren’t. Her waist was surprisingly small for her size and flared into a bubble ass. Her nipples were huge, and they poked at the front of her blouse. ‘it’s….It’s alright Ma’am, by the way I am Norman Pierce’, he said offering shaking her hand. ‘And I am Veronica Campbell, she said in a very husky seductive voice, my friends call me Roni, she added only slowly letting go of his hand as they sat down. The interview proceeded for the next twenty minutes, and in rounding up Norman asked her his last.