She was already off me, her skirt smoothed down and she was working on finding some contents within the box.
In moments she was filing and buffing my toe nails. I looked at the clock it was nearly 8am. Max followed my eyes and got anxious and started to fiddle with his harness and was a little clumsy for the first time.
I guessed he was used to his Mistress being punctual. He grabbed a croissant off the tray and gobbled it and washed it down with some juice. He brought both over for me, and released one of my hands.
I turned slightly with my shoulders so I could eat and drink without choking, but left my feet in Freda’s hands.
I hadn’t even spoken a word to her, even though she had used me for her own pleasure.
Eight minutes past 8am, the door opened and in walked the most imperious s
