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I was a little tired, reached out and unbuttoned my vest, took off my tie, and threw it aside. "Is she..." The two words "back yet?" had not escaped my lips, I stopped. "Sir?" My assistant looked up, respectfully asked back. "Nothing." Asking for what? No need. “Today, the manager of the club called, she said there were a lot of new girls coming, very suitable for your taste. Would you like to…” I rubbed my forehead and leaned back in my seat. "I'm not in the mood tonight. Go back to the mansion." "Yes, Sir."

“Let me see her picture. I’ll show my son today. He’s already tired of that other mistress.” Mistress? “I’m kind of happy though,” she continued. “His old mistress was just a maid, and thinking about my son sleeping with a maid pisses me off.” A different voice chimed in. “Don’t worry, this Delilah is single, gorgeous, focused on her career, and I’m sure she’s got a good womb.”

He sat at the head of the table and I sat next to him, but he didn't look at me. The waiter brought food on plates and I didn't know what the food was. It looked fancy and I tried to eat slowly, but my stomach felt tight and nervous. Sebastian looked only at his plate and he did not say anything. A woman next to him looked at me with a sharp smile. She wore red lipstick and big jewelry and I heard the servants called her Marissa. Marissa looked at me and said loud enough so many people could hear, “So, you are the new Mrs. Blackwell? I heard your story. Very... interesting.”

I double my efforts on Mistress' pussy, knowing it would not be long before I climaxed, and from the groans that Master was letting out, I knew it wouldn't be long before he joined me. I did not know why I worried though, because in seconds, Mistress' grip became unbreakable, and she ground her sweet pussy against my face as I sucked hard on her clit. A new taste filled my mouth, a deeper, richer flavor that was just as intriguing and addictive. She stiffened and screamed loudly before melting away back onto the bed. Her body slacked minus a few little twitches as the spasms continued to rock her. I bent forward, lapping at her gently, loving the sound of her helpless little moans whenever I

"I thought you were on a diet?" Pouting her full lips, she got another slice from the box and looked at me. "I can no longer torture myself. I miss food." Shaking my head in disbelief, I reached for the remote control and browsed on N*****x. I chose a period drama and heard no complaint from her. Feeling thirsty, she went out of the room to get a pitcher of water and a tub of ice cream? Faerie never failed to amuse me. I smirked but did not comment about her enjoying the food. I leaned my head on her shoulder and focused on the movie.

Alex hummed in response and lifted his fork, and started eating. Christine followed suit. She took a single bite of her fish and munched it slowly to inspect the taste. She moaned in satisfaction. The moment the dish kissed her tongue, she felt a gush of happiness that immediately flushed all the worries on her mind. She licked her lips and moaned more as the delicious meal went down her throat, warming up and calming her cold and tense nerves. She had always lived with the idea that expensive meals tasted like garbage. But this was different.

Martha links her hand in Roxanne's arm and leads her away. Roxanne followed Martha to the breakfast room, where a lavish spread of English breakfast delights awaited. There were eggs, bacon, sausages, toast, and tea, all perfectly arranged on fine china. "This is a lot of food, Martha. Enough to feed twenty people!" Martha smiled. "Master Hearst likes to eat well, ma'am." Roxanne laughed. "I'll say!" " Please,Join me." Roxanne says. " No, thank you ma'am, Grace and I shall have our meal in the kitchen." Martha politely

“Tell me you’ll become my mistress, Rosalie. The rest, we’ll figure out later.” She looks into my eyes, and for a moment, I see a hint of longing in her gaze, but disdain drowns it out. “Yes,” she tells me, her voice soft, defeated. “Help me find my grandmother, and I’ll do it. I'll give myself to you, I'll become your mistress.” Relief unlike anything I’ve ever felt before rushes through me, and I smirk. Before I can even utter another word, my phone starts to buzz. I pick it up and read the messages Christopher sent me before looking back at my soon-to-be mistress, my heart finally at ease.

The women nodded, one of them explaining, "Young Master appointed a chef especially for you; we were not aware about your food preferences and this made a little something for today. I hope Miss Bee can forgive us if the food is not close to your preference." Bee was too hungry and stupid to think too much about it, she directly set herself and started wolfing down the food. Maybe it was because so much hungry but she found the food really tasty; Little Bee had to admit that she had never eaten anything this delicious her entire life. It didn't take long for her to lick off every single plate; Bee looked at the two women and smiled, "The food was really delicious..." Both of the parties than

“Very well then, let us see just how this dark charade will unfold.” The Mistress of time giggles. Having fun and all too amused by the things and the fact that are happening and fast all at the same time. But currently, one thing is in the middle of everything. The moment where Beatrice's past and original origin will be explained in a precise and quick manner. “ALLIAH, ALLIAH, ALLIAH.”