A couple times they caught me and asked me "Hey, where you going?" I'm tired." was the excuse I gave most often. Sometimes I would just tell them I wa...n't feeling well, or I had something to do in the morning. They almost always saw through it; most of the time they gave me a sad look, wishing they could help but didn't stop me on the way out. They cared but they didn't know what to do. And I didn't know either.There were times when I was alone with one of them, where I would explain my. ”“What a shame. Maybe I could bloody your face up just a bit?”“No, Mistress, please. Just some sexy boxing.”“What do you mean by sexy boxing?”“Just some soft punching. You know. Punch my chest a bit. And maybe punch my stomach. But not too hard.”“Have you ever boxed yourself?”“No, Mistress. But I’ve watched plenty of boxing on television. And you know I’m in good shape. I keep imagining how erotic it would be if you were to punch me a bit.”“Anything else?”“Could you punch my cock and balls,. One finger at a time. The women moves over to Mila and whispers in her ear. She looks at you and with a slight smile walks away. You give Mila a quizzical look. “That is my boss. This is her bar. She says to take good care of you.” In your head you could think of a million ways Mila could take care of you. You pull your thought together and decide to order. “I'm not extremely hungry just a tad, maybe an appetizer?” Mila looks at the menu….then at you. “I have just the thing for you. It’s only. She repliedstating that she was up for it and that I would be the maid.........andshe would be the Mistress! She then detailed what I should be wearingwhen she arrived, my cock grew rock hard at the prospect!.So nervously I waited for her to arrive. She had instructed me to leavethe front door open so that she could let herself in and stand in themiddle of the living room. So I stood and waited as per her instructions.Black patent leather high heels.....the highest pair I had which made mequite.