"Good morning," she whispered, tilting her head up to the point where I could kiss her. It was a little thing really, a brushing of the lips as if she...did not have the energy yet to hold up her head. "I see you got my note." Yes, I got your note," I replied, kissing her hair. "Good thing you left it, I was able to head off the brass band before they started tuning up." You didn't have a brass band," she said, lazily running her fingers over my chest."And what makes you think that?" I asked as I. Her fingertips did not linger there long, just enough to let me know my inner fire could be kindled by this touch. Next Beth’s hands, as she massaged the top of my thighs and the back of my legs, strayed across the rear of my pudendum. Her touch was light, unobtrusive, almost accidental, but nevertheless sensual and erotic. Beth knelt between my thighs to continue her work. As her hands worked over the top and sides of my upper legs she stroked my vulva more often, just on the outside, across. Don't worry, you'll get used to the way things work and the other girls are really helpful, so don't be afraid to ask questions if you have any." Amy led the way upstairs and I picked out a locker for my clothes."Now what did you have in mind for your first day?" she said, as I undressed. I got completely undressed, figuring if I was going to get as much action as I had been told, I would be pretty sweaty by the end of the shift. I wanted to have clean clothes to put on afterward."Well, Jenny,. Her mind moved faster than her body and suddenly felt his warning glare.She stopped abruptly in front of him, her gleeful face turning into a blank mask of obedience. Her head dropped to look at his shoes as she waited.Gently she felt his hand rest on the top of her head, idly beginning to play with her hair. His weight shifted on his feet slightly to allow his lips to touch her forehead."Welcome home, slave," he whispered softly.*There was little said as her master led her to his car and.