She had a decent handful, Ragan supposed, but certainly nothing like her mistress Lady Katherine.Simmons had a huge smile on his face, perhaps wonderi...g how his luck had changed from being at death's door to fucking a teenage serving wench in less than a day.Ragan leant on the door a little further, and the hinge squeaked loudly. Both Simmons and Mabel suddenly stopped, turning to see Lord Ragan at the entranceway.“My Lord,” Simmons said, rather sheepishly, looking like a naughty boy who had. She was lying face down on top of the covers to escape the heat, her legs just slightly apart with her face resting on her arms. The duct tape wasn't for Karen's mouth. If my girl heard her friend screaming, she'd probably just get wet, and I wanted to hear her scream. My cock was getting hard watching her sleep, peering up her skirt where her smooth round legs met. It was time to get started. I quietly pulled a length of the duct tape and set it on the bed beside her. Then, in one. Doug snuck a glance at Carol and saw her trying not to snicker. He scowled at her and turned back to Lane again.“How long is the Texas trip? Will I be able to see you again before you go?”“Oh, I think I can put her off until Monday. You still owe me a night on the town if your van is ready,” she reminded him.“I should have gotten the sleeper package” Doug grumbled under his breath, but he winked at Lane. She just grinned at him, bumping him again.After breakfast, Doug called the custom shop and. "Katrina just likes being spoiled." Mistress," Katrina blushed, but she knew it was true."Spoiled?" My brother gave me a funny look, like he didn't believe me."Yeah, like she's free. I decide what we're doing, how we'll do it. I make sure she's safe. I make sure she's enjoying it and when I have to, I make sure she's pushing her limits." Mistress does everything," Katrina wiggled her eyebrows playfully. "All I have to do is moan a lot." Heh!" My brother rocked a little as we sat in the booth,.