Frances was now home after a hard day at the office, but Fifi was on handto pander to my two wives all evening.- - - -"Sheila, it was crazy to insist ...n Fifi serving you and Barbara breakfastin bed! ... And such a late breakfast ... Now we're rushing of late tothe office again ... I just had time to put my new clothes in the car ...I, I, that is me, myself have not had time for breakfast! ..."It's all very well changing in my office, but the staff will begin tobelieve that I like dressing like. The contact had secured a Sno-Cat and would be arriving viaa back route sometime tonight or tomorrow. Kurt now had some time toplay with his ponies and by the end of the week he would have enoughmoney to dump this crappy job and go somewhere warm. Maybe someplacewhere owning your own slaves isn't so frowned upon he thought as hestepped up to Jane and flicked her bells."So, girls, I am guessing you are wondering why I have dressed you for aparty?" The women stared morosely straight ahead. . I lay there with Mistress Cassandra’s arms wrapped gently around me; she slowly and passionately was kissing my neck. I had met Mistress while soul searching in Europe; we were both passengers on the 114 to Pearson. I had made my way to my seat looking out the window wondering if I still knew who I was, but that was when things changed. Then I saw her, a tall and shapely woman with long dark brown locks of hair flowing down her back and bouncing as she approached her seat, she had large but. I walked little faster to catch up and was about to touch her buttocks from behind. My hand reached close to her ass when I heard a voice close to me in the same living room. “Mummy”. I was so scared. My heart skipped a couple of beats and then raced fast with a heavy pounding sound. Jaya’s two-year-old son “Ani” (short for Aniketh) was sleeping on a couch trying to wake up. Jaya reached to him and in Telugu, she said: “I am here, you sleep”. She made him sleep again by slowly tapping his back.