I feel his hand on my arse… the first slap isn’t so hard, just a gentle sting. As Master carries on though, the slaps get harder and faster and la...nd all over in random places. My arse begins to burn and then Master stops. He runs His hands between my legs, ‘So wet aren’t you My little slut,’ Master says as he thrusts two fingers hard inside my pussy. I cry out and almost overbalance as he pushes his fingers in and out, deeper and harder. He slaps my arse with his free hand as He says, ‘Don’t. I let him. We heard the door opening so we moved apart. It was Kate looking for me. I went off with Kate and completed my work duties..................The restaurant closed and Kate disappered upstairs to her flat with one of her famous sore heads. Myself and Claire another waitress were tidying up and re-setting the dining room for breakfast the following morning. Iput all the sauces away. This would give me a chance to flaunt myself infront of Graham. I stood infront of the shelves and. The smell of her pussy was getting him closer to shooting, but as he jerked of faster the door came open and in walked pat wearing just a robe. Right away both looked at each other before tom tried to hide what he was doing, but it was to late she had caught him and there was no getting out of this. “ I was wondering if you would find them tom, I left them there just for you.” tom dropped the knickers on the floor and tried to pull up his boxers, but pat had moved closer to him and stopped him.. The nerves were understandable. I’d lost every aspect of my identity.I was wracking my brain as I laid out the dining service. But I couldn’t remember anything about myself. The weird part was that I knew a lot. I just didn’t KNOW that I knew it. That is, until I had to remember something.For instance, I knew the utensil placement for a formal table setting and I knew why it was important. I also knew that my knowledge was something that I’d acquired during my upbringing. But I couldn’t.