The fact that she fucked me like a ten wouldn't have even crossed my mind.3.I closed the shop many nights. For some reason, the company decided that o...r store stay open until 11:00, seven days a week. Nights were a quiet time, especially during the week, with few guests and plenty of time to straighten up at the end of the day. Katie, who admitted often that she was a 'night owl' who stayed up most nights and slept in most days, frequently worked the closing front counter shift with me on these. When she pushes against my hand his hands joins mine, and his hips move forward. Before I reach Gregor with my slave girl I can hear the girl sucking away. She is doing some serious slurping.Standing in front of Gregor I say, “Slave girl, what is your name?”She replies, “Lena, Mistress.”“My name is Mistress Cat or Mistress to my slaves, understand?” All three nod their heads. I say, “Lena slide their shorts down.” Gulping, she leans forward, and slides Gregor’s shorts down. He starts to reach. The next mornin', we got knowin' looks an' smiles from every one of the servants, an' Ann jus' grinned right back.Ann rode inta town with me in the carriage. I wuz happy ta see that she was wearin' her pistol without no promptin'. Since I wuz carryin' so much money, I thought it wuz prudent ta take my rifle along. I jumped out of the carriage at the bank, an' Ann went on ta do some more shoppin' for the weddin'. I wuz beginnin' ta be very happy that I wuzn't payin' fer the shebang.I spent an. " Chris winked at me, grabbing me by the waist and kissing my forehead."Well you don't look bad yourself," I said, with another flirtatious wink back.Chris was 6'2, and very broad. He had short, light brown hair, with blue/green eyes and the body of a god. He was wearing a black button up with his sleeves rolled up, black jeans and black shoes. His tattoos showed from his rolled up shirt."Shall we leave?" He asked."We shall," I said, mocking his tone.*Once at the bar, we immediately began.