I remember every life, every death, and every rebirth ... but vaguely. Still, whatever was happening to me must be divine punishment for some past tra...sgression. At least that was what the good Father Rupert would say. Hah. For all the good that knowledge brought me. And so I continued.I was roused out of my reverie by one of the maids. I did not know her name, though I should. I was the "Viscount du Burgondie" and this was my home. But since I just "arrived" a short while ago, I did not.. "You trying to steal my man, bimbo? Was that why youcame here for all along?" No," gulped Ryan, petrified of her. "No, not at all." Bullshit, slut," said Francesca, walking over. "I know your type toowell." Stop, honey," said Layton, pulling her back. "You know she's not thattype. You just said it yourself." Like I trust her," smirked Francesca opening a fancy bridal case."Here, let's put this on you and you can take my place." No," cried Ryan, putting up his hand as she extended a bridal veil.. "Mmmmm, nice and salty; now you'll clean up your mess before we continue with your visit." Dean's face bore a look of disbelief as she held his head up and pressed the glass to his lips before upending it. Her nipples poked hard through the fabric of her top as she sneered with pleasure in administering further humiliation on the feeble male, those maids who could, giggled as they watched the globules of sticky semen roll down the inside of the short tumbler toward the captive male's waiting. Claudio, hoy no tenés facultad, tuviste ayer a la mañana, averigüe tus horarios en recursos humanos, va a ser mejor que estes a las 18.00 en la cochera. Bu…. bueno, atiné a balbucear. Los minutos, las horas pasaron volando, tenía mucho miedo de lo que sucediera en la reunión. El corazón me latía a mil. Se me secaba la boca, transpiraba mi cuerpo, por momentos un frío recorría mi espalda, y por momentos me sentía acalorado. Llegó la hora de ir a la cochera, traté de continuar trabajando para.