Many people work under me, I hardly know there names apart from a bunch of Ladies which I have hired, they are my personal property, I pay for them to...appear sexy, ready to serve me at all times, only criteria here is they should be sexy as hell, and be comfortable doing things I like, have had quite a few girls like this in previous 3 years.I have a very docile man working me named Raghu, he is so nervous have seen him hardly speak, he sits next to my chamber, hence he always knows what. " He tripped over a fallen chair, the girl yanked herself free and Schmidt staggered, almost fell and fired at me, cursing. His ball smashed into the ceiling near the stairwell."Go see about your friend," I said to the blonde as I collared Schmidt and shook him. "See about Jean."The girl ran off, jumping over the two bodies at the foot of the steps."Now," I told the mewling inn-keeper, "you are going to dispose of your friends." I bent and relieved the dead officer of his purse, boots and sword. I doubt this would make this situation feel better.’ Emma patted the gloomy woman’s shoulder. ‘Theresa, it might not work for the prime purpose of your trip, but who knows? Maybe you’ll find a reason to enjoy the sundae.’ In just those words, a young man just entered the parlor with a dusty tank top a tight pair of swimming trunks and a pair of thin framed, gray tinged sunglasses. He brushed his bronze hair from the dust before he was officially inside. He took his muscular body and sat next. The redhead mistress squirms on the bed, unable to contain herself as her moans fill the room; her ecstasy evident as her pussy releases its secret hidden liquor – filling her girl’s mouth, the scent and taste overpowering Megan as she swallows and savours the sweet taste. The young mistress pulls away from her restrained friend and stands silently behind her, waiting patiently for her moment to pounce, knowing exactly the thoughts going through her head and anticipating the next stage. Megan.