You began by ogling.’ ‘Excuse me, you began it by eating extra and undesirable rations by eating out instead of cooking.’ ‘There are no cookin... facilities in my room.’ ‘There we go, it’s the room that’s to blame.’ Mae said, ‘How the hell did we come to that conclusion? You’ve manipulated me.’ ‘How do I look to you Mae?’ ‘Um, better than I remember,’ she whispered. ‘Oh shucks, thanks Mae. Now let’s wrench your advance in room rent from this jerk.’ * * * The weasel landlord had a moustache.. .? In time Gary saw the trap. ?No Mistress Jessica, your slave can only beg for mercy.??My slave, eh? I think I like the sound of that. Tell me how much you love me.??You're my Goddess, my one, my only, oh, Mistress Jessica I love you so much I... Oh... Ahhhh...? Every muscle went into spasm as Gary came, great gobbets of jism shooting from him, covering his chest.?Hmm... You did need that, didn't you?? Jess laughed. ?Now let’s get you out of those cuffs and get on with the day. You go and. But the next step wouldn't be so easy. Becky's steampunk outfit consisted of an ankle-length tan cotton dress with a dark brown lace overlay. The dress was flowing with a modest V collar (remember, this was the Victorian era), and long sleeves with flared wristlets. On top of the dress, she wore a brown leather waist-cincher.As my hand moved up her leg, I gathered the dress an inch at a time. I'm certain that Becky felt what I was doing now but she pretended not to, instead she just kept. I asked her can we meet now if she is free. And continued we will have coffee or brunch. There was no reply for 2-3 minutes. I was getting nervous. Then suddenly she replied come to her hotel.She works in a 7-star hotel. I told it will be late. She told don’t worry she will send her hotel’s car to pick me. Wow, my luck was ticking. The car arrived and in 30 minutes I reached her hotel. During travel, I asked her what’s the plan. Hope no problem if I meet her at the workplace.She told she has.