She fiddled with her bracelet, a sure sign that she was rattled for once. “You know I need to butter him up. He could really help me get the best co...tracts at work if I keep on the right side of him.”“Maybe it’s butter then,” said Kevin incoherently. “A knob. Of butter.”“What the fuck are you going on about? What knob? Come on, explain.”It was probably the whisky that did it, but instead of shutting up, Kevin just blurted it out.“Oh come on, Arabella, you know all about knobs. I know what you. Faith inherited some new chores. Each morning, she was to give Heather a massage and then lead her in stretching exercises. She was to apply sun screen to Heather in the morning and then at least one more time during the day. And she was to give her a rub down and bather her after training. The twins were not real wild about Faith taking over the bathing. They enjoyed their little masturbation ritual at the showers with their slaves. They grumbled but had to make do with just toying with Kim’s. “Well, are you going to read it then?” she whispered in a bouncy voice. Instantly the librarian fired a sharp look and hushed her from her nearby desk, but that only caused her to giggle in a cutely infectious way.Carmen opened the note and read the terribly cheesy joke on it in delicate hand writing, she stifled a chuckle and rolled her eyes at her neighbour then turned back to her book. Within a minute another note flew over the threshold, this time bouncing off her head before landing in. On second thought, nevermind the leathers. Just get the bag, and be ready for Me when I get there. Oh!and get your 3" butt-plug out." She gushed, "Yes, Master! Willthere be anything else?" He said no, and hung up. It was a long half hourof paperwork, and closing up the office while thinking about His plans.He pulls up inthe drive to find the garage door open, the motorcycle in it's place, and Hisnon-descript black canvas bag placed next to it. He stops a minute to fastenthe bag to the bike, and.