In November of 2014, I worked at a local grocery store. I liked my job. It was close enough to home that I could walk back and forth, and a nice light...work load after finishing college. Hubby could stop in on his lunch break and we'd have a little midday moment before seeing each other again in the evening. After a while, my husband's attitude towards my job completely changed. Nothing was good enough. First my pay, then my hours, and then the job itself. Telling me to quit, and get a job that. Sighing she stood there a moment, "damn it! I wish I could talk to the emperor or the empress."A fiery redhead woman appeared before her. "May I help you Prime Hartwell?" Prime?" Lucie repeated, "I'm no prime."Celeste nodded her head yes. "By all accounts you are, Prime Hartwell. You said that you wished to speak to the emperor? I was told that if you had a need to talk to either the emperor or empress I was to put you through."Lucie could only stand there her mouth hanging open, when had she. She had a great figure apt to flaunt a bikini she is of the same age and her stats would roughly be 34-28-36, about 5.6 feet tall long hair and seductive Bengali eyes.Coming to the story I used regular swim in a club along with another friends arpitha who was a bit on the curvy side but fair as an angel had a face so cute that you wanna kiss her every time you see her. She was quite a sexy thing wearing a hot costume and we used to swim together and she used to love being slutty with me inside. Which reminds me that slave needs some severe punishment for making me wait, yes I know he couldn’t get the day off work to be here sooner but that’s beside the point.As I think about it now it’s been a long time since I’ve had to punish him, hmmmm I have to say my slave really has impressed me lately and I must admit he is by far my favourite slave I have, Not that I would ever tell him that hehe.Uhh that vibe is really hitting the spot. I rub it up and down my clit just imagining it is my.