I knelt down in front of the bowl and took a bigbite. And yes, corned beef was as disgusting as it looked. The smell, thetexture, the taste. There ...as nothing nice about it. With so many tasks oneafter the other and now this I was starting to feel broken. I guess this iswhat it feels like for a slave. I took some time to chew through the cornedbeef, it was not easy to do, it took an hour.Finally the last task of the day.Sir asked me to tie my legs to the bed posts and handcuff one hand. . ” Normally, when photographing women for glamour, this is not a good thing. But the shelf of her outfit was not letting me capture her attributes appropriately. Yes, I ogled and goggled as I went by and she laughed. From about four or five steps above, and leaning out over the rail, I got the perfect angle and I started adjusting focus. After getting a couple of shots I knew she would love, I saw a shadow and then I saw Saranya beginning to enter the background of the shots as she talked. That and Monika didn’t seem to mind sharing with Patrick her female conquests, as long as Patrick always returned to Monika’s bed every night. Steph sighed to herself and figured that she might as well go through with it. She took in a small smell of Monika’s pussy, afraid that it might stink, but found it smelled like any other pussy. Steph had only found a few girls where they should bottle their pussy up and sell it off because it was that damn good. Amanda was one of those girls. . I was encouraged. I left her lips for a moment and quickly unhooked her blouse, took off her petticoat and she was standing nude in front of my office chair where she was standing a few hours ago as a normal staff. I was fully clothed in my suit. I was losing my senses. I could not say a word. She sat on her knees and we kissed. I opened the zip of my pants. She herself guided my cock out and planted a kiss on it. I was in heaven. She pulled me up and helped me take off my clothes. And she.