Technically as a slave I’m not allowed to use the Master’s bath unless he’s there but a warm shower is better than a cold bath in a laundry tub ...nd since I buy the soap and shampoo, he is not aware of my little crime.Please don’t misunderstand me, my Master is no idiot and I’m sure there are certain things he knows but let’s slide for whatever reason. He’s tossed the extra bacon and eggs into the trash on more than one occasion, he once even denied me food for three days because “the cost of. It was more than fine by me. I paid for the dinner and then took her back to my room, my cock throbbing with excitement at the night, or more accurately, the early morning ahead of us. I showed Veronica to my room and offered her a seat on the small sofa and asked if she would like a drink. She declined the offer and I decided that I did not need any more alcohol in me, for fear of it interfering with my performance. I went and sat down next to Veronica and breathed in the scent of her perfume,. The result was almost a total disaster, as when I smiled, Alexa started crying. Only then did it occur to me how worried they must have been because of me. They were living in a strange country, with strange habits, with only barely adequate language skills. They lived at the mercy of a man capable of killing, who seemed to be losing his mind. Apologizing led only to more tears. It took almost two hours before things were back to normal again ... whatever that meant in this household.During the. We’re just going to sit back and have some fun. If at any point you want to leave, you can.” I nodded and asked if I could have another drink. He said, “Sure, why don’t you help yourself. It’s right over there.” I got up to make myself another rum and coke. As I poured the rum into my glass of ice, I felt him come up behind me. He put both of his hands on my shoulders and gave them a little squeeze. And then ran his hands down my shoulder blades, down my back, and over my hips.“You are the.