All the while she had been thinking she was speaking, encouraging her high tipper friends to give more, the discrete mic she wore seemed not to distra...t them and so far the voice recognition experiments she was carrying out was working. For her punters that couldn't watch her with the volume turned up the words appearing on screen provided an additional thrill. And now she was very close and near screaming into the mic. With her arse to the camera and her fingers jammed up her cunt she could. Yah sure I may have been drunk but I know too well how this night was going to end. Once Chance sunk the 8 ball, game obviously over now, he called me over and grabbed my hand. Sighing internally I reluctantly followed, dread building inside. God he could be so fucking smooth, I thought to myself as no less than 30 seconds later, the redhead, who we know knew as Nikki, was flirting back with him. I know she saw me, his arm clearly draped over my shoulder, my fat boobs leaping out of my way too. Now, so subtle and focused had been her leading of him, and without him realizing it, he was playing servant in a manner indistinguishable from a true submissive. As he dressed Sarah in black lace panties, matching bra, sheer-to-waist black pantyhose, and a black silk blouse with onyx cufflinks, he still considered the morning ritual as part of their sex-play; unable to know that Sarah herself was coming to regard him as no more than a growingly obedient houseboy. A houseboy she held tender. ”Jessie Harper felt a nudge against her arm as Bjorn gently roused her from the nice warm sleep she had drifted off into as the big Greyhound bus had hummed its way along the streets, roads and highways of central Georgia, USA.Jessie rubbed her eyes and yawned then looked at Bjorn Erikson and said, “Oh, sorry, Bjorn. I didn’t know I was slumped against your shoulder. That must have been uncomfortable for you.”Bjorn gave Jessie one of his lovely soft smiles that always sent Jessie’s heart into.