I knew right away that there was a definite pecking order to us slaves. But I hadn’t realized that Masters and Mistresses also had an order of auth...rity or power.I realized pretty fast that Mistress Sam seemed to be physically the most powerful of the three Mistresses. One look at her bulging muscles told me that. She could probably hold her own against most men in a knock-down, drag-out fight. But despite that, Mistress Gloria somehow usually gets her way. She will say things in that certain. I was long out of practice in calming my mind. Working with contractors didn’t require the same discipline as dealing with heads of state. Old yearnings and pain flowed over me, wave after wave, destroying my piece of mind.I was a mess. I wanted to hold Anna in my arms again. I wanted to feel her against me. I wanted to yell and scream at her too.I also wondered about Risa. So many questions, questions that I would finally learn the answers to. At least I hoped I would learn the answers. I had. I knelt in front of her and pulled the zipper further down. She was sopping and pungent. She smelled and tasted like the wanton woman she is. I slobbered over her cunt. I licked and sucked like a man possessed. I reached up and untied her top and caressed her breasts. She groaned. I stuck my tongue deep into her ass. I stood up and put my prick in her warm cunt, just above the zipper. The zipper was like a sex toy, in that every time I thrust into her it would rub against my balls. We were both. Your eyes were dark and mysterious, so sexy, so deep; your lips were full and painted red. Your body had great curves, and your muscles were firm and toned. You were the sexiest woman I had ever seen. You started to gyrate around on stage and I thought I could see you looking right at me through the thick haze. You couldn’t be though, why would you be looking at me? Just then you threw your hat through the crowd. Right at me your hat came; I caught it and laid it on my table. I watched as you.