:->, was sent back seconds later. I barely had enough time to take my suit coat off and hang it up, before there was a knock at my. There she was. A...bottle of champagne and a glass in each hand stand at my front door. She was a cutie, short, stacked, and curly curly hair. She popped the top on the first bottle and champagne rushed out the top and on to the floor. ‘Oops I guessed I should have opened it over the sink’ She grabbed the dish towel got down on fours to wipe up the mess, I could. No that isn't what I am saying. So you are married?" "I have admitted to no such thing." "Will you be eating here or taking this to go?" "You know what? I think I am gonna eat here today. I like the idea of you serving me." Why is that waitress giving me the evil eye? Does she like him too? Are they fucking? They don't seem to be fucking. I don't get that vibe from them. I wish she would stop looking at me like that, mean mugging with her face all frowned up. Oh good, another customer; now she. „Do come in.“ Just as Miss Juliette had done, she carried one of those long, slim switches in her hand.There were six people in the room apart from Kittie...four slave-girls and two Trainers. Two of the girls were standing, backs to one wall, hands on top of her head. Both were red-eyed with tear-streaked cheeks. The two Trainers, one black, one white, sat a few feet apart on a leather topped trestle bench. Between the splayed tighs of each, knelt a slave-girl, head down and busily at work.. You alwayshave a choice. You're free to leave anytime you want!" Julia said,pointing towards the door.Eric dipped his head down, wanting to avoid Julia's fierce glare. Hisfingers began to tremble as he pulled at the ties of the apron, his rednails a bright contrast to the basic black and white of the apron, thebow at the waist giving away with a simple tug.Julia spun him around by the shoulders as the apron came free, deftlypulling it over his head. Samantha had turned her seat around to.