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he demanded, his voice sharp. Unease settled in the pit of my stomach as I slowly turned to look. Where my professional résumé should have been displayed in clear text, there was instead a bold red message, each word an accusation screaming across the screen: "I am the mistress who drove my lover's wife to her death. I deserve to die!" Before anyone could remove the damning words, a male student leaped up from the crowd, his face twisted in fury as he pointed at me. "It's her! This slut destroyed my family and forced my mother, the rightful wife, to her death!" he shouted, his voice shaking with emotion. "How can someone like her call herself a philanthropist?"

“My answer is no, Mr Miller. I will not become your side whore....” “Language, Ms. Robinson.” Jack suddenly interrupted her. “And you won't be what you're calling it. You'll be my lover. My secret lover entitled with everything.” “Saying it with fancy words doesn't change the fact about what you just asked of me, Mr Miller. A mistress, a secret lover or a side chick, whatever you might call it, it's still horrible, and I'm not that kind of woman.” Ana showed how disappointed she was before she looked away. If not that they were inside a moving car, she would have already gotten down from the car.

I had to stop it before I lose myself totally to him. Shut up, my inner battle began. You are just a broken sex freak who is enjoying being fucked by a billionaire who give a little fuck about you. You just like to paint pictures of problems that you believe you are facing while in actual sense you are just suffering in your mind. That is not true, I am a lady who has gone through a lot, betrayed by many especially those who ought to love me. I was able to calve a life for myself when most people in my situation would be junkies or prostitutes on the street.

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My cock was already rock hard, and when I pulled my boxers down, it bounced free. "Mmm, you really do have a magnificent cock." Mistress whispered. "Well, it's all yours." I told her and sat down. "This is so crazy," She said, but before I could ask why she said that, she continued. "Get on your hands and knees, my slut. Show me that asshole that belongs to me." For the next half an hour I put on a show for my young Mistress. I was on my hands and knees and fingering myself to her instructions. She had me edge myself ten times, bringing me to the brink of orgasm over and over until I was begging her to let me finish.

Not to be a poor hostess, Mistress cuddled with me while Rose licked her and Slut cleaned up the mess left behind by my Master, front and back, giving me four more fast orgasms. By this point, all of us but Mistress were dead in the water. The lack of sleep last night and the physical toll taken by a multitude of climaxes in a short time exhausting us. Mistress had us all cuddle her as we fell asleep, which took no time at all, once I closed my eyes, awash in the smell of satisfied slave.

To think of the hell Alicia went through when Damon married Elizabeth must've been how I was feeling right now. I am such a fool! Hours from now I will be branded as the mistress, a title Rachel once held dearly and which will never be enough for me. "Liliana open the door!" Damon shouted, hitting the door with his might. Amidst all of this little Liliana was my comfort, I pushed the cradle back and forth, watching her sleeping was bliss only that she could be disturbed by Damon. I left her in the cradle and went ahead to attend to Damon before he create anymore drama for the both of us.

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.

I said, my head high up in the clouds. "What exactly is a mistress?" With another smack, she enquired. "Mistress Ava," I replied, scarcely recognizing myself. "For what?" She asked, slapping me again. She is always like this, asking questions she knows and expecting an answer from me while fucking me. "Thank you for fucking my tight pussy with that massive black dick.. ahh.. thank you," I panted as she rode me. "Ahh.. yes.. ah.. fuck yeah.. oh yeah," I screamed continually.

Particularly considering she had no idea what the girl was capable of, especially with the mother sorcerer watching in the corner. "Now," the mother sorcerer said softly. "Enjoy." The men danced for over an hour while the mother sorcerer ate and drank. Grace stood there, staring at her like a lab rat. The mistress soon began giggling and throwing grapes at the males. She grew aroused after the chuckles stopped. She placed her hand beneath her robe and massaged herself between her legs, unapologetically. "Touch his chest, Leticia," the mistress huskily said. "That's right. Lick his nipples now. Oh, you're a good boy. That's how it's done." She cupped one of her breasts with her free hands.