Staring at her ass, he wished he had dared her to at least moon or flash the group, though he doubted anyone would've been able to restrain themselves...from attacking her if he had. He shook his head, making his shaggy brown hair whip back and forth, to clear his mind before his cock got any harder. It was already starting to bulge against his pants leg just from looking at her as she laid on the ground talking on her headset between rounds. He noticed her stretch a little and got a good look. " "I know, and I know you're gonna love it." I encouraged him to take a shower after a long day in the sun. As he left, I scrambled about trying to fix up a place in his bedroom for the next few events. I tossed some toys under his pillow, and slipped off my panties, leaving them in front of the bathroom door. I was in the kitchen sipping water as I heard the door open. I couldn't help but smile when I saw him walk towards me with a towel about his waist, holding my panties in his hand. "Why. The sound of the vibrator fills the room."Oh please turn it off!" she sobbed."Is that how you talk only when spoken to, slave?" I'm sorry! I'm so...haaAAAAAAAH!" she convulses again, gritting her teeth."You'll address me as 'Master'", I say."Please, Master!" her voice quivers.I smack her tit. "That's twice you've spoken without permission!" I'm sorry, Master!"She catches on fast, but there's still a lot for her to learn. I continue administering her lesson. "When Master speaks, his slave. ." Timothy didn't know how to take this. "Do you, uh.... want to come in?" "We are not allowed to set foot inside of a customer's residence for our own safety and for the integrity of our role as delivery-people." Timothy slow blinked at the talking tit-less employee handbook and then moved to open the envelope. Inside was a single piece of paper, a smaller envelope and a single one dollar bill. He'd obviously struck the jackpot. The letter read Dear Timmy, You probably don't remember your.