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Their fate might be worse than that of the Parisis. ****************************************************************************

A mistress is trying to stand up for another mistress. "I've never said that I'm an honorable person, and please don't pretend like you're noble in front of me. I've seen enough disgusting things, but I've never seen a mistress who was kept in the dark standing up for someone else. Ms. Pearson, you've impressed me, but you have to know your capabilities if you're going to stand up for someone else. Instead of coming to me and embarrassing yourself, why don't you do your homework and come up with a plan to seduce Jackson?"

The owner of the Elona boutique, and the woman whom Sherly and Madell had a fight against with. “Isn’t that the lady we saw in the welcome party before?” Cassius asked as she recognized the face. “That’s right, she is Mr. Finn’s mistress.” After remembering his conversation with Harriet, Cassius tossed to the other side of the bed. When he first saw Finn’s mistress in the party, Cassius sensed a familiarity with her. He’s not sure when and where, but he thought he had already seen the lady somewhere. ‘Where was it?’ Seconds passed.

When it was over, Jane got onto her knees after the mistress stood off to the side. The mistress motioned with her whip for the middle-aged woman to come closer. When she knelt only a few inches from the beautiful woman, the mistress grabbed the back of her slaves hair and tugged it towards her. Jane opened her mouth dutifully and tried to capture as much of the pretty woman's slit as possible.

She assumed what could be called a display position, except she put her hands on her hips instead of behind her head. "Ladies and gentlemen," I began the auction, "up for sale first is a young black woman, forged on the mean streets of Fresno, a Mistress herself, owner of a male slave, Sean, but wishing to experience what it would be like to be sold to service others, has offered herself for one sex act per hole this evening under the usual rules, fifteen minutes or orgasm, whichever comes last. As you can see for yourself, she's a prime female in excellent condition who is relatively new to sex for pleasure, only having willingly offered her body for sex since January, when she acquired her

She glanced at Layla who was standing at her side. “I can try harder!” “You have been trying hard for the past two days, I fear that you would become exhausted if you tried even harder.” “But–” “And there's this tiny other fact that her stupid mate and his entourages can't be held down anymore, they sure know how to kill, it is even bad that they have stupid Crystabelle with them,” The Mistress said, her lips pulled into a scowl. She waved her hand in Aurora's direction and the chains which had tolled themselves around her wrists and ankles like stubborn vine unlocked themselves and she fell to the ground but she managed to stand on their feet.

He followed with a hot lash of his whip, pressing through my skin like hot iron. Along with the other girls, I walked in a straight line as the middle aged woman continued to address us. "My name is Sheara, but each one of you shall call me mistress. In the Slave Island, I am your alpha, I am your luna. I am your goddess. I am the one you answer to." Her voice was cold and dark all at the same time.

Cassia replied. Cassia gave her husband a sweet kiss on the lips before excusing herself to greet Manang and Tatang. “Stay with your wife for now. I have something to attend to. Just enjoy the moment and be ready for the gender reveal later,” Sofia said with a forced smile. She left the couple, unable to stomach their sweetness. She headed toward the event organizers she had hired for the party. As she walked, her brows lifted upon spotting a stunning woman in a sexy red dress. She immediately recognized her true friend Zella.

Tears glistened on her cheeks, catching me by surprise. "What do you mean?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. She smiled faintly. Her once bring eyes, now dimmed. "I was Raul's father's mistress before we got married," she stated quietly. My eyes widened—I hadn't expected that. "Yes, Angel," she went on, her voice steady but laced with pain. "I was his mistress. The difference is, he already had a child with his wife." I stared at her, speechless. She played with the water as she spoke, her story unfolding like the ripples beneath her fingers.