We just needed to know who the woman was and what her relationship was to the deceased,” the officer who seemed to be in charge answered.“Do you h...ve any problems with her accepting me as her Master?” I asked.The officers looked at each other again. “Are you doing this of your own free will?” the one in charge asked Ami.“Yes, Sir,” she replied hopefully.“Knock yourself out,” he told me with a dismissive wave as the two of them turned to leave.“Your old Master was dying and nothing you could. In a short time, the plane would land and she'd be here. She'd actually be here. No more texting on What's App, or sharing photos of each other over Facebook, she'd actually be standing in front of him and he felt himself terrified of how she'd react when she saw him. It was true he was quite tall and sometimes unsure of himself, but today he'd dressed in her 'favorite' outfit. He'd put on clean trousers and his brown steam punk-like boots, recently polished. His collarless Victorian style. After this meet, I kept constantly kept thinking about banging her, but we never met until the last week of my stay.On the last week of my stay, as I got used to the reality that she was way ahead of me in time, age and trend. On the course of the regularity to my surprise, I spot her in my room sniffing my shirt, it really surprised me as she never showed any sign of desperateness.She always had been the upbeat kind of a person, but she sniffing my shirt in my room at noon times where I. The waiters stood there casually putting their cocks away, watching their cum oozing down the faces of the two women and dripping onto their clothing. Then they turned, nodded, smiled at us and left the room.They were quickly followed by two more waiters who repeated the process and then two more. By that time the girl’s hair and their faces were getting pretty well covered in slime. The men continued to file in and masturbate onto them. But no one touched them after that. They were too.