"Uh, no, it ... No," he stammered cutely and I kissed him again."Too bad," I whispered and played my tongue across his lips. "I was looking forward to...the honeymoon."I fucked him right there on the living room floor. Nether of us bothered to undress. I pulled my panties to the side and unbuttoned his boxers, freeing his hard cock. I straddled him, pushing his back to the floor and reaching down to guide the head of his penis into the warm moist folds of my sex. I was desperate for it,. Then she tells me he droped in for a coffee on his lunch break and they were talking about sex but he was nervous spilled his coffee and said he had to go back to work, they were talking about what he would like to do to her but she said it was all talk . then she arranged for him to call again when i was collecting the k**s from school she told me he was coming down to talk about stoping the sexy chat & banter in work so i said he is not interested in talking about work he is coming down with. He's a real pro and there is nobody better at cakes and desserts than him."I glared at Andre and he laughed, "Well, you could give him a run for his money, I know. But he really is a professional in his speciality."I sighed, "I know. I can still learn a lot from him. He's a wizard with the cakes, and his puddings are quite a hit with our customers. Do you mind if I try to talk to him?"Andre waved, "Go ahead, be my guest. I doubt you can make him change his mind. But if anyone could, it would be. It is perhaps no surprise then that it was Jill’s idea to treat the slave as a dog, making her sleep in a kennel and occasionally crawl humiliatingly.And so Jill found herself one normal morning issuing a list of orders to the slave in the kitchen. The slave stood meekly in her usual day clothes of nothing but a pair of plain black briefs.?Do you understand?? Jill finished.?Yes mistress.??Good, you can start scrubbing the floor then.??No.?Jill was so shocked by her slave’s simple but blatant.