Could not sleep. Her body screamed for her to close her eyes and sleep, but her mind forbid her. She knew had she fell asleep, He would find her with ...er eyes shut. And a sleeping slave girl would cost her, her flesh. He returned and instructed her to clean and take what ever feminine needs she needed to do so. After cleaning, she returned and knelt before Him. He needed pleasing and she was to do just that. She concentrated hard as she pleasured Him with her mouth. Her only goal was to make. Samael rose from his seat and slowly advanced to the front. The driver was sitting in the seat and playing with his phone.“‘scuse me, can you help me with my bags? They’re down in the locker.” The man visibly grimaced by his question and ‘demand’.“Ok,” he almost spat and reluctantly exited with Samael.The man didn’t want to do this, it was evident from his actions; as he kicked the door open and started to dig around. Rather violently.Samael was worried about any other stuff that were around. I imagine the Pope wasn't going to be talking much about it either."Mister Thompson," I said with a smile. "You can call me Mister Thompson, sweetie. Never master." Okay, Mister Thompson," she said. "Where's my mommy and daddy?" Your mommy had to go away with your brother and sisters," I said, "and you hid out here so you could see the Pope when he came to visit your daddy. Your daddy's upstairs. He'll be okay."She took a long look at the Pope and then ran up to find her dad. The Pope just. "Cash up front," I found myself saying. He stopped, and looked me over. I stood up, dropping my cigarette butt on the ground. I had on my long black coat, short leather skirt and black stockings, and my calf length boots. Under my coat I had on a scarlet bra and a lacy black top. I had the full make-up on, lots of bright red lipstick, and tons of black eye-liner. My mum said I looked like a panda, the bitch. My ears were covered in studs, as was my tongue, and I had three hoops in my lower lip..