The chef was totally speechless, “You’re serving me?”Mark said, “Yeah, eggs are no good when they’re cold. What is your name by the way?”T...e chef replied, “My name is Jeff Winters and this has to be the first time in history that a King has made and served breakfast to a servant.”Mark frowned, “Jeff, you are not a servant, you are the head chef at the palace. As for me serving you, you’ll find I’m a little lax on the whole protocol and expectations stuff. Finish your breakfast and I want to. She parked her car and walked to the door and paid to get in. Once inside every one was to leave there clothes in a locker and from there forward it was all nudity. She had a body that she loved to show off. Men loved her sexy big tits and sweet round ass. And she was wild and kinky.When she walked in she noticed the center stage where the public bed was had a couple fucking like wild people. He had her legs over her head with his cock banging her ass. Soon a man with a huge hard on came up and. "What have you left for tomorrow?" I asked, more to keep my mind off of my tomorrow than anything else."Oh, not too much. How's the ankle?" Dunno, it's gone to a strange throbbing numbness. Which is good, I guess. I'm sure if I put weight on it that would change. Do you do jobs for Rick often?"His shadow made a shrugging gesture, then said "Sometimes when he is looking for something specific. I'm usually up state he just happened to catch me at the right time." Really? What's he looking for. "I did, Sir." Good," Jeffrey said before closing the blackened privacy-glass that separated them from the driver. They were, for all intents and purposes, alone. Belle's senses were heightened and her nerves were on edge, making her even more aware of how close together they were sitting. His left leg bounced up and down, as if he were impatient or nervous. Then it started to sway back and forth, each time lightly brushing against her leg. "You know," he said matter-of-factly, "I'm not that far.