They certainly seemed to be right about her as well. She loved being a slave, and couldn’t imagine anything more pleasurable.The breakfast was fini...hed, and loaded onto trays. The two then carried the trays up to the bedroom. The mistresses were just awakening, and smiled to the delicious smell of breakfast presented by beautiful girls in French maid outfits. Could there be a better way to start a day?Josephine and Christine laid the trays on the bed before them, and stood at attention. ”“Sierra,” I said firmly, insistently making eye contact.“My Lady,” he tried, but I shook my head. He sighed. “Lady Sierra?”I guessed that this was the most I could reasonably expect. I rolled my eyes, and finally nodded.“I have quarters prepared for you all. I imagine you’d all like to get dry. Please follow me.”Nathaniel followed behind as we all trooped after Varel, soggy and cold, up a couple flights of stairs and down a long hallway. There was a large sitting area at one end, holding a. “Get your ass here before ten. They close up.” He dropped the connection.It wasn’t far. I didn’t know the neighborhood had a flophouse. It wasn’t a charity either. It was a home business on a main drag. “Mulgrew’s Beds for Dollars” In tiny, faded print the window sign added, “Not one bed bug!” I took it to mean there were thousands.”It being a public place, Terry couldn’t do anything to me here, I told myself and rang the bell. Terry opened the front door as quickly as he had answered the. When I thought he had enough I let the dildo remain inside him while I flipped him on his back the dildo still inside. I started his chest my legs spread wide. He grabbed my butts and brought me close to my mouth.The like always he started eating my pussy with great concentration and pleasure. I was getting aroused too. Just when I thought it was time to call off his suffering I climaxed jetting out a streak of my juices all over his mouth and face. By this time my Prince charming was in full.