Carly had been having some problems booking the previous day's business. I had pulled up a chair next to her. The smell of her, as usual, was intoxic...ting. Even though I'm sure it was some exquisite perfume she always wore, that smell, to me, was Carly. It was the island and most dressed quite casually. For most of us, casual meant sloppy, but not for Carly. She apparently spent a lot of time on her appearance each day. Even though she had already worked for me for a month, I hadn't seen her. You are at Sir Imer’s castle. He wants to make you his slave.” He answered me.“Are you his slave?” I enquired.“No,” said Bart, “I am his servant, there is a difference, which you will find out. Now, I am here to make sure you have enough strength to meet with him, and to condition you for service while he is away. I don’t normally like this job, but from the fight you put up the other night I think I’m going to enjoy this with you!”“What do you meant the other night? How long have I been here?”. He couldn't help but let out a gasp as Diane cupped his balls with one hand, tugging slightly as she fondled them."My, my," Diane pulled back just enough to speak, and Peter could see some of her lipstick staining his cockhead. "This big cock on just an intern? My lucky day!" Opening her mouth wide, Diane swallowed down Peter's cock, feeling it throb in her throat."Senator!" Peter cried out, grabbing the back of Diane's head, tangling his fingers in her caramel curls, as she gagged loudly on. "It means you will go to her tomorrow, but at the end of the day you willno longer be a maid. Is that OK with you?" Yes, Mistress." Curtsey, but with a smile.Jane the maid cleared up the dining room and the kitchen while his owndinner was cooking, and he sat down to eat, alone, but with an appetitehe didn't think he would have. When he finally made his way up to bed,Mary was sat up waiting for him. Between them they tried to remove hisclothes, or at least the stupid shoes, but were thwarted.