Serve him indeed … I put my whole heart and soul into the simple act of fetching him black wine, similar to an Earthen coffee and fresh bread. I rem...mber stumbling over some words but my intent was clear and I finally released the held breath I had sucked in when he finally smiled and said those two words that every true slave girl at the feet of strong men long to hear … “good girl”. Well, to make a long story short for the sake of space, I snuck back to see him time and again. Sometimes I was. At any rate, over several years of being around her and becoming closer, without consummating anything, I had fallen in love with her, although of course in the light of retrospective experience, it was puppy love.I eventually had three "episodes" with her. The first, Jenny was a live in aide to an elderly lady. This had to be sometime in the mid-80's. I had my Mustang, so it was between 1983 and 1985... Memory is the first to go... I guess that's why I'm writing this. I got in the habit of. Bianca looked over to Urina. No pancake foundation could conceal theflushed glow creeping rapidly over her features. Tears were rolling downfrom her dramatically made up eyes. Urina could feel her tears too. Hot,fast rolling tears coursing down her cheeks, running her mascara, makingher look foolish. I look foolish. Big girls don't cry. Mommy will thinkI'm an airhead. But Mommy was crying too and her mascara was running inblack streaks. We look so silly. Whatever will Daddy think of us? How. . oh, wait, that was your anus! Tasted pretty sweet, in any case!” Becca teased Janine before sticking her tongue halfway down my slave’s throat, “there, taste your own tossed salad, honey buns! You were delicious!”“One can’t live on rimjobs alone, not even from sweet cheeks here!” Paige reminded her, “how about some good red wine, too!”“And, of course, some gelato!” Heather put in her own two cents.“Hey, as long as we end up fucking stuffed like crazy, and not just from the food, though that.