Although the Master remains in residence only a few weeks per year, his slaves dedicate ourselves to never break character. We know throughout the hou...e and grounds, dozens of tiny camera's watch our every move. It brings us joy, knowing everything we do, may bring entertainment to the Master.The Master rings a tiny Silver bell, appearing a moment later is the slave Lily. Slave Lily is new to the house, still learning the flow of slave life. Master has commented in the past that he admires. "Can I lick you?" she asked.I smiled and kissed her as my finger slid deeper inside her. She tasted sweet, like lemon and strawberries and cheap lipstick, and her tongue flicked fast and greedily against mine. When I pulled back I brought up my finger, covered in some whitish clear sticky fluid and held it out to her. "Well, start here then," I said.She took the finger in her mouth and sucked it until it was clean, as she was running her hands down my chest to my tits, eager to touch them. I. Wren could barely move as she tried to nod her head, clutching the tool that she’d taken from Flugret’s hand.The first master turned to the others, “she has more control than she did when she left. The parts of ourselves that are in her, have suggested merging with her. I think that this would be very bad. It would dilute greatly that which makes her unique. Plus, I am afraid that she would no longer be able to help us.”There were several gasps as many of the masters said, “We hope that you. Well, probably at least an hour plus. I don’t think I had sex more then 15 minutes start to end in the last decade. Where did all the fucking go? The ‘I don’t care that I am so sweaty it is currently dripping off my face and down my chest on to you, and nor do you. In fact you love it even more then I do.’ Where is that guy, that type of sex? Three days before Christmas. I still needed to grab a few gifts, Eric’s sister, our two nieces, and his cousin Aaron. Jesus, I didn’t even know what they.