She slowed and knelt in front of her Master as was their custom for the last several years ever since she had submitted and committed herself to him.S...e knelt on her knees with her legs spread. Her head was tilted down and she rested her hands on her thighs with the palms facing upwards. This was the most submissive posture she had ever used and one she knew pleased her Master. He reached down to gently take her chin in his hand and she knew this was her cue to stand. He kissed her gently on. Michele looks at the ornate clock on the nightstand; it's six PM.She shucks off her skirt and puts it on the bed and then undresses. Shewalks into the bathroom and searches around until she locates a washerand dryer discretely tucked away behind a wall panel. She drops theblouse and bra into soak and throws her tattered, cum-stained panties andladdered stockings into a bin.She looks at herself in the mirror. Her makeup is smudged and she hasdried semen on her face and in her hair. She pulls. Now come on!" she exclaimed with a note of fear in her voice as Rajah was now running at nearly full speed.Then he slowed and turned his head. "You're crazy, young man!" she exclaimed. "There is absolutely no way you can get me to stand on your back!"Then the camera caught a look of chagrin on her face as she said, "Rajah, you wouldn't dare..."Then looking fearful she said more slowly, "You would, wouldn't you."At that she knelt on his back and then stood up. As soon as she was upright, Rajah. Even though the apartment was huge, there was little room to move, since so many people had been invited (and probably more than expected had actually shown up). In a corner, in front of a modern painting equally ugly as expensive by some yet unheard-of French painter, stood a small group of people, chattering about the influence of le film noir on American novelists. The women were dressed in decent dresses, one more impressive than the other, their hair styled perfectly and their make-up.