‘Why?’ She asked herself. ‘Why am I going nuttso over this bastard?’ And she answered her own question. ‘Because he’d brought her to a pla...e she’d never been before. Yeah, yeah,’ she reminded herself, ‘she’d floated to climax with her vibrator countless times. She had been nibbled to ecstasy by various dates, by her husband and even the guy with the long tongue at the other real estate agency who made her cum four times on top of the big oak desk in his office. But never, ever had she come. That was because she was young and just doing this to help with her bills while she finished college. Others like Lacey and I needed this job."Robin?" a talk dark man said as he approached me."Yes," I said as I looked at him. 'Shit!' I thought to myself; he was the new manager, I realized too late as I read his name badge."After your shift, come to my office, please," he said as he turned around before I could answer."Fuck me," I said, shaking my head."It might be nothing," Lacey said as she. “It’s a pleasure, mister.” She curtsied deeply, giving me an excellent view. I cleared my throat, and Griswold chuckled knowingly.“Likewise,” I said, smiling back at her when she straightened. “But that really isn’t necessary. The curtsying, I mean.”“A hero deserves the respect of a simple village woman,” Gillian replied. She was looking up at me through her eyelashes. “And whatever else he desires, too.” That brought another chuckle from the blacksmith as he moved further into the forge and. “Time for clean-up,” Sansa would say, smiling down at her kindly as she entered, naked. She was always naked in her fantasies; it helped remind her of her place. If her Lord and Lady were naked, so should she be.She’d enter, naked, and they would point. Between her Lord’s legs, his hardness would be coated in a combination of their juices. As their servant, it was her role to clean it up, and she’d get to work with gusto, licking fervently.Sometimes she’d fantasize that her efforts cleaning.