When the second one was through with me, I really wanted to vomit, but couldn't in actuality. My shower after him was a long one.One last john wanted ...nly conventional sex, which was a relief, and then...well, even a whorehouse has a "closed" sign to hang out, probably somewhere around 4 am. One more strenuous climb of the stairs to the second floor and I collapsed into bed, falling asleep almost instantly. * * *My first thought upon waking up the next morning was that I must have had some. The next thing that happened was really shocking for me.She asked me if I will wear anything that she gives and before I answered, she said “Of course, you are my bitch and you will obey anything that I say. Isn’t it slave?”I said “yes mistress”Sneha “Good” and then she removed her pant. It allowed me to see her beautiful legs. The most perfect legs that I have never seen in my life. I felt like falling on to her foot and start worshiping her legs. But somehow I controlled.She removed her panty. Her hair was pulled back caressing the tops of her shoulders. Ray gaped, and managed to summon up a whistle. Marta smiled at that, dark brown eyes twinkling above neat white teeth, and she moved forward to climb up into his lap."Ray, you've been a lovely and well-behaved gentleman for these past few weeks. Of course, we both know my uncle and my lack of looks have a lot to do with that." She chuckled, and squirmed her full bottom from side to side over Ray's trapped erection. "But you've been. ‘Who’s Claire?’ he demanded.‘Just another chambermaid Sir, we share a room and we’ve been playing with each other.’ Why on earth had I told him that? It would only get her into trouble, you stupid idiot, I chastised myself.‘Do you let Claire stick anything up this cunt of yours Mary? Not ever stuck a hairbrush in here mmm?’‘N-n-n-o Sir, I haven’t let her do anything like that Sir!’ I pleaded.He ordered me to sit up and watch him, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked his index finger.