I had a nice idea of the pill,( if any one takes one pill then, she will be in deep sleep for 8 hours).After that, she went to her room and I went to ...he hall to watch the tv. Actually, I was waiting for her to sleep. After some time, when I went to check whether she sleeps or not, I found her room closed. I became sad. I thought my whole work was a waste.My first day was a waste. Then, another same thing, I did after coming from the college. I again mixed the sleeping pills in her water and. The cellar was atmospherically lit by half a dozen candelabras, whose long candles had been assiduously set alight by the Servant. A squat, bulky and powerful man with a shaven head, dressed in a white shirt with a Windsor cut and black tie, blood flecked white gloves, grey waistcoat and black trousers, the Servant had worked up a sweat preparing the Slave for Mistress Wanda and he had rolled his sleeves up his beefy arms.“You have prepared the chamber well,” said Wanda, her accent cut glass. Her hands were frozen, seemingly unable to finish stripping."Just leave them on for a while," he reassured her as he helped her lie down on the towel. Before opening the oil, Cal caressed her back reverently. So many times since the picture he had enjoyed visions of her lovely back. Now, he reveled in the tight smoothness of the luxuriously cushioned muscles. He traced the straight, proud line of her shoulders and the sensuous taper down to her taut waist. The frilly, skimpy panties adorned. Your hand moves closer to that tiny warm triangle at the end of my thigh and I hear you moan in appreciation as you realize I'm not wearing any panties. Your fingers find my wetness and one finger slides easily into me as the waiter approaches to fill our wine glasses. The waiter is unaware or just ignoring the fact that your hand is hidden under the tablecloth. As he continues to pour the wine, you slide a second finger inside me. I just smile and try my best to stay composed.The waiter walks.