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Oliver finished speaking and gave a meaningful glance to the serving maid. The maid understood and placed the pineapple pie diagonally across from Lilian, just out of her reach. Lilian's eyes followed the pie, her gluttonous expression making Natalie want to laugh. "Fine!" Lilian took a bite of rice with an indifferent expression. "I'll go to a Michelin-starred restaurant and have dishes made by a renowned chef!" Liam chuckled, "Miss Norton, you don't know this! Lady's desserts are incredibly delicious. Even our head chef says her skills are top-notch. You might not experience such a tasty dessert even if you go to a Michelin-starred restaurant!"

'This mistress is scheming with a capital S. I almost fell for her act myself.' 'Every scumbag deserves to be exposed. Trying to have both the heiress and the childhood sweetheart—does he think life's that easy?' 'Two absolute pieces of trash. One wrecking someone else's family as a mistress, the other trying to leech off his wife's fortune—wanting to climb higher but unable to let go of his old lover.' 'Poor Ms. Collins. I heard the mistress was an employee at her company—doesn't that mean she was basically paying to support these two trashbags?!'

"Well… ahem! So, how was the meal with Joli today?" Madison thought for a moment before reviewing it seriously. "The roasted chicken was pretty good. It's a recommended dish online for a reason. "The assorted appetizers were nice too. But I think the best was the lamb stew. The mutton was so flavorful and separated from the bone effortlessly… Hey, why are you smiling?" Sebastian was grinning widely, like a Cheshire cat. "Am I… smiling?" "Of course! You're smiling right now!" "Oh… Do you still want a latte? I'll go and get some now."

“Think about it. When men are caught with their mistresses by the wife, they never protect the mistresses from the wife’s wrath because even though they’re cheating they don’t want to lose the wife. But if a man is protecting the mistress that could be a sign that you were held in higher esteem than the wife at that moment…” Anna sighs. “I never thought that I would ever be a mistress,” Chef Anna shrugs. “ I never thought that I would ever willingly be a side chick. Life can humble you sometimes you know,” Anna laughs. “Yeah, hey,” “You have an interesting accent by the way. Where are you from?” “Zimbabwe,” “Oh, no offense but you don’t sound Zimbabwean at all. You’re accent is very unique,”

"You don't get to spend much time with your Mistress, and due to it, you're freely able to seek out and fuck other slaves on the estate, aren't you?" "Yes." "Would you say you fuck other slaves maybe fifteen or twenty times more than you're able to fuck your Mistress?" "That's correct." "They're all well trained lesbians able to give great pleasure to women." "Mistress ensures we're all well trained, yes." "Is fucking any of them as arousing and pleasurable to you as fucking your Mistress?" "Fucking Mistress is unique. Monique is easily the best cunt licker, but I receive more satisfaction from licking Mistress than from Monique licking me."

💮Angel💮 Even her cooking was divine. I didn't know the names of the dishes I was eating, but each bite was a burst of flavor. "Wow, your food is delicious," Luca complimented, his voice full of genuine admiration. She smiled, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. "Thank you, son," she replied warmly. "I love making these dishes, and I've had years of practice." Luca's eyes sparked with curiosity. "Why's that?"

I’m assuming they’re having dinner at the sea side so I might see him there. I wore a cute sundress partner with my slippers. When I arrive they’re already there and waited for me before getting food to the buffet table. I sit beside Miss Tessa and Miss Rina and while eating I notice Arthur looking at me while he’s eating, I look away when Nathan notice us at the same time warn us with his look. I gulp and continue enjoying my crab. “Wow! I didn’t know Miss Emily know how to use her fingers while eating.” I almost choke when they said that.

Hearing this, I glanced at my reflection in a nearby store window and froze. My makeup was now a total disaster, mascara streaking down my cheeks. My hair was also a tangled mess from all the running. I had no idea how Graham managed to recognize me in my current state. I barely even recognized myself. I took the tissue and hastily wiped my face, trying to fix the damage. Then, feeling embarrassed, I muttered a quiet thank-you. Graham didn't respond. Instead, he reached out and gently smoothed my messy hair with his warm hand. I instinctively stepped back to put some distance between us, but he moved forward again, effectively closing the gap once more.

she said with a sly smile, "we should find a way to make this trip even more memorable." Beatrice, a tall, buxom blonde, grinned mischievously. "Oh, I have a few ideas," she purred. "But first, let's order some room service. I'm in the mood for something... substantial." Clarissa, a curvy brunette with a wicked glint in her eye, chimed in. "I'll call down and order us a nice, juicy steak. And maybe a bottle of that expensive Bordeaux we saw in the brochure." As they waited for their meal to arrive, the three women lounged on the plush sofas, sipping champagne and chatting about their past adventures. The conversation soon turned to their shared fantasies, and Hilda found herself growing incr

"Tsk tsk, if you're a servant, act like one. Don't go throwing tantrums at your masters." Before I could respond, she sauntered past me, making her way to the master bedroom—the room I shared with Zachary—and plopped down on the bed with a satisfied smirk. Then she started taking selfies, her hands running over the bedspread, as if she were savoring it. She recorded a voice message and sent it to her friends. "I'm telling you, the dental god Zachary's bed... it's amazing. "I wonder... what it's like to sleep with him?"