This particular servant of Ivy was as tall as Charles but had balding black hair, a cold face and was in his forties. He was also dressed in a servant...s black attire; black pants, black jacket, a red tie, a red ribbon and white gloves.As for how Ivy communicated with her servants and maids within the mansion, they all had beepers and Ivy had a Master Beeper (like her mom, the other girls and their moms), which she could communicate with all her house employees."Your instructions are to come. He wanted someone experienced in BDSM to control him, not some fucking amateur. His arrogance button was flicked on and he had half a mind to call the whole thing off and leave. He brought the plates out to the den and placed them on the coffee table with silverware and paper towels for napkins. He went back to the kitchen and got two beers and returned, sitting on the other end of the sofa. ?I hope you like it, Sir. I can’t take real credit . . .?Before he knew what was happening, he felt. So I just walk over to this guy and ask him if he could give me a ride close to the base. Same guy I bump into earlier. Sanders was his name.We got off on South Tacoma Way and 97th street. His words, do you suck dick. I said take it out and see. Sanders pulled by the this car wash and took that precious dick out. Any time I look at a dick I call it precious...I stroked it like a good bitch, then I went down on him in the car like a good bitch. I licked the head all around, then up and down his. I was her boss and I insisted it was mud; not that cheap-skate runny mud they have in Florida and the tropics, the stuff that looks like just dirt and water all mixed up together. This looked, felt, and tasted like one-hundred percent frozen, volcanic sludge-like mud with all the physical qualities of cement.I buzzed her:"Claudia, this isn't coffee ... This is -" - mud, I know. Why do you keep asking me to make it then?" It's my prerogative, I'm your boss. Now be a good girl and make me a fresh.