"Miss Skyler, please wait while I speak with my manager." April 1st and 2nd, 2012"So you it was only then that you realized you were becoming the 'Bab...of the Day' each day?" Well, yes. I suppose it seems obvious now, but it did not occur to me.I was too busy dealing with a different body every morning!"Her visitor looked her over. "You were blonde all three days? And todayas well?"Christy rolled her eyes. "Yes, the Babe of the Day seems to be blonde alot. I have been a brunette, I think last. With every moveshe makes that is aimed at serving others she feels a jolt of indescribablepleasure ripping through her. In the outside world they might call it brainwash. I call it her freedom. She stroked the maid-slaves cheek gently. - Nothing I enjoy more than a happy slave Mistress strolled away and Jan followed her taking alast look at the maid-slave who seemed to fight an orgasm as she picked upJan?s last piece of clothing. Mistress walked into a spacious living room and satdown on a. ” “You mean like Mommy?” Stroke, stroke, stroke. “But Mommy’s gone, so I have to be Mommy!” I groaned. “It’s not the same.” Losing patience (and control) I pushed the girl away. “Behave, Betsy!” “W-w-what did I do bad?” Her big brown eyes puddled up and tears spilled over. Oh gawd. “Nothing, just – We’ll talk about it in the morning.” She sniffed and wiped her nose. “Will you rub my tummy again?” Without waiting, she turned over and spooned against me. My still-exposed cock. I inched my head forward as his clear stream bubbled in my mouth. He got the message and closed the rest of the distance until his pissing cock was fully in my mouth. I closed my lips around his mass and inched my tongue up curiously to feel the stream coming directly from the source. The pressure from his bladder ricocheted off my tongue and tickled the sides of my mouth, which was filling up quickly. I dropped my tongue and his pee started to blast my throat. Instinctually I swallowed, and.