Master sipped his wine and watched from his position on the right of the chair. Goddess took a sip from her glass and moved herself to the left of the...chair. Christophe looked up at her from his seated position as she bent slightly towards her master opposite, and kissed the champagne into his mouth.The curtains of the room were open just enough to let the last rays of the setting sun penetrate into the room giving subdued lighting. Just enough light for the master to notice Christophe's left. As we entered the gents, he did so slightly before me, he hovered at a urinal, as I choose one a few away from him he turned and entered a cubicle, perhaps put off by the way I dress, baseball cap and chav clothing, probably not looking like I'm there for the same reason. After a few minutes standing at the urinals, getting my cock hard, wishing for someone to come in, I assumed, the guy that entered the cubicle would be leaving shortly and may wonder why I'm still there, so I headed into a. We were used to cleaning the motorhome spotless on a regular basis. Mike normally inspected it ruthlessly and punished for even the slightest mistakes.As Lazy bitches, We wore bikinis so small that you could barely see them when we washed his motorhome. He’d attach sponges to our boobs, and butts and then make us rub our bodies on soap and dunk our butts into buckets of water to get them wet.We had to wash every inch of that motorhome every day for almost a week. We had to get up on ladders and. I hurriedly threw on an old button-down and walked to the door, opened it, and was delighted to see her standing at my door. Mackenzie was a classmate of mine at the university, and she was majoring in sociology as I was. She was a pretty neat woman. She was as intelligent as all hell, but wasn’t full of pretense as so many others like her were. She had quite an advanced social consciousness for someone her age, and was also really friendly and gregarious. She was here on the pretext of writing.