A feast is heaped upon the table in great abundance. Each tray of roasted meats – whole goose, sugared ham, ox brisket – is surrounded by steaming...piles of potatoes, turnips, carrots, and buttery tureens of spiced apples, baby peas, and wine-sauced mushrooms. Each guest has their choice of ales, meads, and wines, carried in pitchers by one of the blue-haired golem girls serving the feast.You pick up another slice of the ham and move it to your plate. You wash down a huge bite with another gulp. A lot of the staff and members are here and a few are down there already. Once everyone is here, I’m going to do an introduction to all the slaves.” “I really can’t wait, Grayson, I’ve been looking forward to it since I got your e-mail. I’m sure everything will be great. I can’t wait to get started. I just hope I do well and impress people.” “Oh, I have no doubts about that. You’ve already impressed me and I’ve yet to actually see any action,” Grayson winks, grinning at me. “Now, a client. We enjoyed a nice meal and came home for what i expected would be run of the mill missionary style sex, the same as every other time we make love. However she had planned a special present for me. She tied me to the bed, tight, my penis was already bulging, i knew i was in for something special. I asked her "what's going on Sarah" which she quickly replied i must call her "princess" and i was now her "slave". My penis was rock hard, rubbing against the rough denim of my jeans, all i wanted to. Dryden. We are family now, and I hope you feel comfortable calling me mother. If not, Polly will do fine. Hamilton hopes you will call him Dad. I do too." She flicked her napkin just so, and it landed perfectly across her lap. Polly Dryden had lots of class, and plenty of steel in her.We were going to get along. I could tell."Ok ... Mother..." I giggled just a hair when I said it het first time. Polly smiled at me like I had given her the world's best Mother's Day gift and we had our.