She had never worn such high heels for work, and was not yet accustom to them. True she wore them from time to time, but not for work. She felt like a...tart. Her hair and nails were immaculate, thanks to Heidi’s beauty ther****t, where she received treatment paid for by her new employer. That and her waxing, legs and bikini line. Well not so much a line anymore. The girl had got carried away and she now had a Hollywood. Nothing there at all. She hadn’t liked it at first, not the look or the. Marie "accidently" let her arm brush across the girl's bottom and found that instead of pulling away the girl leaned forward slightly so her fingers would press a little deeper into the gap between her cheeks. Donald didn't miss that display of depraved desire and they arranged for the girl to be delivered to their front door at six PM the next Saturday night for babysitting duties that would go quite late into the night time hours.Before they left for dinner that evening and after the children. As it dribbled down my face and into my mouth i realized that this was piss, probably Master Gary's piss, and He was honoring me with a piss washing by His own piss. The piss ran down my body and onto the ground. Master Gary then turned the messy bits of boy-shaving over to 803 and then mounted his horse. "Stand slave meat." Mistress Jennifer commanded in the barn the next morning, looking down at me as i licked her boots in the barn. She spoke calmly but forcefully, insinuating an edge in her. A few minutes later, the food came, and Britney’s text came almost simultaneously. She told me she got a little distracted, which I took to mean that she found a cock somewhere between the line and a seat, and was busy getting her pussy filled. I sighed and took off to find a table on my own. I quickly spotted one, set the food tray down, and texted Brit my location. In about 5 minutes, she came back, with freshly fucked hair, eyeliner smudged across the bridge of her nose, and with what looked.