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“It feels more like a massage.” Nadine stepped back, her breath uneven, her face wet with tears. He only watched her, taking slow, deliberate steps forward. “You think you can run from me?” “I beg you, Sir… I only work here. Please, let me go…” she cried, pleading. Justine’s eyes hardened. “You’ll regret this,” he said flatly before seizing her wrist roughly. He pulled her close, trapping her small frame in his arms. “You know,” he whispered coldly, “many women dream of sharing a bed with me. But you… you’re not even my type. You’re too thin — your chest almost flat.”

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Mistress mommy then growled out, "You should be apologizing to our slave. You know this is a delicate and emotional time for her. Now show our slave that you love her and will take care of her. I won't have you jeopardize your relationship just because you get hot and horny. She is the girl you love and you will treat her with respect." Mistress mommy then roughly pushed mistress Chantel towards my face. Mistress Chantel quickly crawled up my body and cooed to me, as I trembled in her arms. I nestled my head into the crook of mistress Chantel's neck, as I tried to move closer to her. My restraints held me down and refused to allow me to move, as mistress Chantel continued to stroke my naked

*So she isn’t even the real thing and was running her mouth off at Leah, talk about hardcore fake* *I always thought that there was something weird with her, a gal ain’t allowed to be that pristine* *Nw, I feel kinda sorry for the mistress who had to lose her man to her* *I feel rather glad for the mistress. I mean, her bf was blind enough to choose the fake heiress over her. It is lyk karma’s dealing wth both wife and husband*

I rushed forward and shouted sharply, "I’m Lyra Hale. Orion Hale’s wife. These two are Orion Hale’s parents. Open your eyes and look carefully! Get Mr. Hale to the hospital immediately! If anything happens to him, you won’t be able to bear the consequences!" The manager, Calvin Brooks, snorted coldly. Grabbing my chin, he swung his hand and slapped me hard. "I’ve seen this kind of pathetic dine-and-dash trick countless times. Every day, someone claims to be Mr. Hale’s girlfriend to get out of paying. So why haven’t I ever seen Mr. Hale bring you here to eat? "Up to now, the only person Mr. Hale has personally brought here is Miss Rhodes. We only listen to Miss Rhodes."

Monica’s cheeks were streaked with bright red marks, blood stained the corner of her mouth, and her carefully coordinated dress had been torn to shreds. “What are you standing there for? Pull her away, now!” Joseph shouted, jolting the surrounding security guards into action. Marcy was quickly restrained. When our eyes briefly met, I gave her a slight nod. That was enough. Hit too lightly, and it wouldn’t satisfy my sense of justice. Hit too hard, and it would escalate to the authorities, which I wanted to avoid. Monica’s reputation was utterly ruined. The title of “mistress” would forever cling to her name.

Mac whispering next to her ear: " Where are you, you glamorous, fiery redhead, when you sneak like that in the dead of the night, my sexy maid?" The redhead, trying to evade his grip: Get away from me, you idiot, let go of my hand, you imbecile. You are the servant, you insolent retard. Mac sniffed her neck deeply and whispered: He didn't cry for the first time I saw a maid get angry when she was flirted, I flirt with you here girl, then accept your status as a maid, don't underestimate them, they are what give the place its splendor, how about we have a quick sex here

She took in my dress and hairdo, and even while she tried to hide it, I noticed she was impressed. "Another redhead?" She turned back to Christian. "Don't tell me you haven't gotten over your obsession for redheads, Christian." Okay I wasn't expecting that. Obsession for redheads? Christian loved redheads? Was Sloane a redhead too? "Behave yourself, Merida." Christian said curtly. "This is not the place to act wild." "I was just kidding." Merida laughed again. "Won't you introduce me to her? Who is she? Maverick's new mistress?"

Whether this was for my benefit or to keep me from being seen and my whereabouts reported, I didn't know. My mistress didn't work. She was beautiful, with full breasts, a red head with eyes that were so gray they seemed like mist. Her skin was flawless, a creamy ivory that I secretly envied. I stayed with her sometimes, brushing her hair or helping her with little things she wanted done. She never tried to seduce me, offering small kisses and gentle touches when I had done something especially pleasing to her. She called me pet and I knew that I must obey her, but I also knew she wasn't my real owner. He was. My Master.

She was also my son's fiancée, Scarlett Harper. Before I could speak, she raised her voice and shouted toward the store entrance. "Everyone, come take a look! This is what a mistress looks like these days. Completely shameless! "She secretly took photos of the 700,000-dollar dowry my fiancé, Nathaniel Cole, prepared for me, claimed it was for her, and posted them online while pretending to be some socialite! "Why don't you take a look at yourself? You're already so old, and you're still trying to seduce a rich young man. It's disgusting!"