They went into the sewing room and Jerry sat on a chair next toMartha by the sewing machine. Jerry asked, "Can we talk now?" Martha agreed and Jerry...continued, "I asked mistress if she stillloved me and she asked if she could hold off on an answer to that.Do you think she still loves me or not?" Martha said, "I can't tell you how she feels about you but lookat it this way, if she didn't have some good feelings about you,you would be out on your own right now. Love goes up and. I just walked in and sat on the chair meant for the patients, kept my handbag on the floor for which I had to bend, so I kept it in such a way that I was bending in front of him giving him a good view. “So, how are you today?” he asked me still looking at my cleavage. I said fine. “today a day off?” he asked, and I said “well you can say that” with a shrug. “What material is that top you are wearing made off?” I was counting on that. I said “I don’t know, you can check and let me know as there. She understood and got up from her hands and knees to mount me, her slender legs straddling mine. Her wet cunt slid down over the head of my penis, sealing itself around the shaft. She began riding up and down, and I slid her top off over her head, fully revealing her bouncing firm tits. "Harder" I instructed. "I like it rough - you should know that by now." I pulled her wrists behind her back and began slamming her back down after she had pushed up, our flesh meeting with a dull slap every. Feeling the pitiless blue eyes upon them. Knowing, after years and years of power, what it was like to be a subject creature. Oh how swift had been their descent! Why, not ten minutes before, they had been revelling in the idea of watching this woman being whipped! “What are your names?”“Lady... Helen...”“And I am Lady Livia. Naturally, as a woman yourself... you will respect our status. I am sure of that, Princess...”The baleful look upon her silenced even one of Lady Livia’s arrogance. She.