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I had no option but to work as a maid at this mansion. Wilson brothers; the two hot billionaires; Alexander Wilson and Edward Wilson, whom I have never seen, for whom I work. There are some insane tales about those siblings that I have heard. My hands shiver in fright to even think about them because it gives chills down my spine. I just wish I never come across them, because if I come, I don't know what they'll do to me. I heard that if their lustful eyes fall on any woman; they make her their slave and own her mind, body, and soul.

"I'm sorry, master. I did not mean to hesitate- The moment I was on my feet, he grabbed my neck and began shoving me forward. "Is it Ian that my pussy wants?" "No," I answered quickly. "No, master." "Show me." I bent myself over as I bit my lower lips. Then I heard myself say like a real whore as I raised my butt. "Please take me, master." I heard him let out a low curse, and in the next second, my waist was locked by him. At that moment, I was a little confused, was he still in his wheelchair? When I felt his length pushing into me, I gripped whatever my hand felt, preparing my body for what was to come. Despite the blindfold, I shut my eyes.

“Thank you, Master Chinedu, for breeding my wife’s worthless married pussy, my tiny 5-inch white dick could never satisfy her. I’m just a pathetic, locked cuck who fucks his own ass while cleaning real men.” Mark opened his mouth and took Chinedu’s massive, creamy cock deep, sucking sloppily while he rocked back and forth on the dildo. The wet sounds of him fucking his own ass mixed with the obscene sucking. The fluffy tail attachment bounced ridiculously with every thrust, making the guests howl with laughter. Chinedu slapped Mark’s face. “Deeper, bitch. Tell them how you stay denied.” Mark pulled off briefly, gasping, still riding the dildo faster. “I stay locked in chastity because I don’

I grabbed the edge of the desk to steady myself. “Oh my God…” I whispered shakily. My husband was masturbating to pictures of his brother’s wife.

“Saying something, old man?” “Do we really need to guard this lady along with you, Boss?” He sounded like pissed or something. I scoffed. Boss, huh? “I’m telling this to Adam!” Seeing Francisco and his ugly apprentice makes my blood boiled. If it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t have been putted in this kind of situation! Imagining being in someone's hands, who’s dangerous and could kill you in the blink of an eye. Who would be happy, huh? Adam has the upper hand and controls me based on what he wants. It’s like he’s my master and I’m his slave. Following all his orders until he says so.

He smiled at the beautiful scent, she might be his slave but she pretty much got good taste. "Master .........mast....,” She whispered in silence unable to pronounce the word rightly. She was so damn scared of what might happen to her in the early hours of the Morning. "Now get on top, " He ordered, while dragging her forcefully her to the bed, causing her to hit her Back Hardly on the bed. "Master please...." she begged while struggling to free herself from his grip, a devilish smile escaped his face as he fell on top of her. His whole body pressed against her. His sexual feelings were aroused by her struggle and determination to free herself from his tight grip.

She said. “Why not me?” He asked. “Because she’s the Kings slave.” Master's voice came up behind him. “Oh, plea-“ the man turned around and was met with Master's death glare. “My apologies, my king.. I-I didn’t realize..” the man said. “You should have realized the first two times she told you no,” Master said. The man bowed his head and quickly took off. I heard Lillian and Sylvia giggle behind me as they watched the man run away in fear.

Fiona came in to pick the dishes and to apologize. "I'm sorry for earlier, I didn't mean to disobey you just that I can't risk my job, I'm the breadwinner in my family," Fiona pleaded. "It's okay I understand," "There is a big problem and we really need your help," "Fiona I only came in and there is nothing I know, I can't promise to help but let's hear it out," "My friend Nora, was ironing the master's clothes and she can't explain what happened but his favorite shirt was burnt. He just sent for someone to get the shirt for him because he wants to go out," Fiona narrated.

I also advised her to lower her voice so that we do not attract more attention than what we seem to be already. A particular table had two men sitting leisurely on their chairs but with a man and a woman naked kneeling before them, right in front of their wide spread thighs. I had no doubt the two down on their knees on the floor were slaves and the two men at the table were their masters. And by the looks of it, these two were a couple. A homosexual couple who also enjoys another gender in their circle. I did not need to see what they were doing in the dark, under the table, but it did not need any expertise to say that the man and woman slaves were giving their masters a head on each. Alth

"Your Majesty, we have a couple of new members that will introduce themselves before we move on to the more important matters. My heart raced with anxiety when I realized introductions were happening right away. I had rehearsed my lines a few times, but only a garbled jumble of words came to my mind while I waited for my name to be called out. "Next, Lady Nadia Varga, Daughter of Mr. Eugene Varga, former courtesan and worker at the Great Kitchens, now a loyal mistress of Grand Duke, Ian Balogh Bauer." I bowed down before opening my mouth, but the King wasn't looking at me. He locked his eyes with Ian and motioned me to sit down. Another gentleman, much old and frail than the earlier man, sto