Natalie stood staring at herself in the mirror, the costume her aunt had picked for her was so horrid, she just wanted to rip it off and throw it in t...e fireplace. Bitsy let out an unladylike snort, "If you go dressed in that Natalie, you will be the laughing stock of the ball." Natalie looked up and saw Bitsy sitting on her dressing table, "I know but I don't have a choice it's either wear this or not go at all, which would be my choice, perhaps I can become suddenly ill, I've never run away. Ke paas gaya lekin usne kaha ke koi sleeper khali nahi hai maine usse kafi request ki par wo nahi mana itne mein samne se ek ladki ayi aur usne meri baat sunkar mujhe kaha ki mere paas ek extra ticket hai ac 1 tier ka maine kaha thikHai aur uske saath chala gaya jaise hi hum compartment ke andar gaye to maine dekha ki usme sirf cabins hi the Maine uska naam pucha to usne shallu bataya maine usse kaha ki tum ek anjaan ladke ke saath akele ek cabin me safar karogi tumhe dar nahi lagega to usne. I heard footsteps, but forced myself to keep my eyes on the floor. A moment later there was a man standing before me."On your hands and knees," he said. The British accent sounded familiar. I obeyed in a second. "Kiss my feet," he said. I lowered my head to his feet and kissed them lightly, then tenderly, then passionately. I moaned softly as a sign of the arousal I experienced simply from kissing the feet of my master. It was a common slave girl's device to entice a master, but it was also. „Markus, komm rein! Schön, dass Du da bist."„Hallo Birgit."Ich folge Birgit ins Wohnzimmer, wo wir auf dem Sofa Platz nehmen. Birgit hat auf dem Couchtisch schon das neueste anwaltliche Schreiben ausgebreitet, in das ich mich vertiefe. Birgit ist übrigens eine Kollegin, nein eine Freundin meiner Frau Marion. Sie teilt sich mit Marion schon seit Jahren ein Büro und so wurden sie mit der Zeit Freundinnen. Dass Birgit mit Ende 50 gut zwanzig Jahre älter als meine Frau ist, war dabei kein Problem..