He needed her on his fucking lap. It almost pissed him off that she was working here. Really it pissed him off he hadn’t came in sooner. The place h...d been open for weeks. Her dance ended and she disappeared. His balls ached.“Fuck” he thought “I have to go back to work with her.” He ate his steak, it wasn’t what he wanted. He still felt hungry, he was not in a good mood when he returned from lunch. Kunjal was at her desk, she had changed clothes. She wore a summer dress that was low cut showing. ‘Hard for him?! Now you’re taking his side?! He’s the one who put me through hell over you. You’re supposed to be on my side!’ ‘This isn’t about sides. I’m just trying to be polite and do the right thing.’ ‘Well you can ‘do the right thing’ by yourself then.’ and she walked out of the front door and slammed it behind her. Part of me wanted to follow her and drag her back. For better or worse (probably worse) my petty side won out. I wanted to be right. Make her come back on her own. I tried to. The marks and bruising had really started to show up better than before. He was quite pleased with everything that was done but for the slave’s back. The marks that He had hoped for were not there. The slave’s hands being tied behind its back when it was hung by its bound tits had kept Master from getting the results on the slave’s back like he had hoped. Master knew how to solve that “problem”. “Get up you lazy whore,” the slave heard Master say as she felt his open hand slap its face.. Mistress Gertrude quickly took it from her and fastened the opening with a clip that was part of the paraphernalia in the nightstand.Deidre then wiped William's cock clean. As she held his member in her hands, she marvelled that all of that monstrous organ had been inside her, especially when she cleaned the head. But the pain in her ass and the awkwardness with which she now stood were ample evidence. There would be more when she walked up to her room.When William was clean, Mistress Gertrude.