I looked around. I saw the backpacks Emma and Ashley had been wearing when they got back from the run. They were the kind that kids like to wear these...days, that are more of a cloth sack and the cords that hold it closed go around the shoulders. You couldn’t put anything heavy in something like that, and I assumed it held their clothes. When I picked one up, I confirmed that.I left the room with both bags and stashed them under my bed. Then I went back in the bathroom and gathered up all the. Where Jessica had been a loving, warm and tender Mistress, more concerned about Sierra's pleasure than her own, Cathy was a demanding and even sadistic dominant. Sierra truly served her, providing for her mother's worldly pleasures when her own were delayed and as often as not, forgotten. In the three months since her mother had become her mistress, Sierra had been given to the horses only once. Stormy had performed admirably, filling her with semen, but Mistress Catherine had denied the girl. The ad intrigued me enough to reply. I had planned to masturbate to video porn that night and thought the real thing might be another level better. They replied to my interest and we traded pictures and details. I made it clear that I'm not gay and wasn't looking to be a third either, but porn is porn. They were close; I felt safe and nervously optimistic about being a fly on the wall watching two guys get it on. I couldn't wait.I knocked at the designated time and was invited in by a man in a. I wasted my time jerking off, rather than finding a room, let alone a new job. I have to admit though, my cock was so stiff that week. I'm surprised I didn't rub it raw. It pointed the way though and led me right to my first true sexual experience. I replied to an offer on Craigslist for a live-in servant. We had a few emails back and forth, but he was very insistent on me meeting him. He told me that as his live-in servant, I would do what he wanted me to do at any time of the day, whether.