And I ate it up because it made my cock throb, and sometimes she would relieve me with a nice blow job or hand job or titty-fuck, or pity fuck. I did ...er homework, worked more hours than her, cleaned for her, cooked for her. She would ask me for money for rent or bills and spend it on clothes, jewelry, and booze, and then I'd end up paying her bills too! She bought all kinds of sexy clothes and underwear that I never saw her wearing, and then I'd listen to her complain about how lazy and mean. She expected to do a little squirming, but thought she could hide it in the expected excitement of landing in Paris for the first time.As April slid across to her seat, she was certain that she heard a quick intake of breath and a couple of querulous sniffs. She smiled to herself at the power she had to control men with the slightest effort and made sure she kept her librarian face on straight."I really can't believe that I'm doing this. Oh look! There's the Eiffel Tower and the Arc d'Triomphe. . All denied... Denied, and dribbling down his chin and neck, onto the floor... cooling... "Now," Mistress said, "Clean up this mess. With your tongue, slave. Every drop. Lick it up -- but you're NOT allowed to swallow!" She chuckled. "Your punishment. Spit EVERY drop into the toilet. Then do your usual clean-up." She reached a hand into the bathwater and splashed it a couple of times. "And wash yourself up. You're disgusting! You can use TWO handfuls of my bathwater, no more!" Yes, Mistress,". “Jay, was that the doorbell?” “I think so. I got it” Shit, I’m more nervous now than I ever was before. I didn’t know who this chic was, how she was gonna look, or if she was gonna try to take my man. I was definitely paranoid. Thanks to Jay’s crazy friends, he was able to get our “third party” for tonight through an escort service. I was hiding in the bathroom, checking myself out in the mirror when Jay called me. “Eva come here.” I stalled, pretending not to hear him. “Eva. .