” Fenella Hashwillow, lady of the manor at Ernley Estate and Stud, whispered in Ingrid’s ear. “Heir to the Basm conglomerate of petroleum produc...ts.”“Thank you sir.” The jockey replied. “And it’s Marco.”“Come, let’s celebrate.” Samed clapped a hand on the jockey’s shoulders and led him away without any indication he heard the correction.“I have to clean my tack first.” Marco protested, gesturing to his horse.“Your tack will still be here after.” Samed said, not taking no for an answer. “And I. I opened the door to the chips and potatoes freezer and took out a packet of curly fries and Aunt Bessie’s favourite roast potatoes. I know, frozen roast potatoes, but Aunt Bessie’s are absolutely wonderful. On my journey to the freezer section, he had been telling me about how he would pinch my nipples and get an ice cube out and stroke them with it. My nipples reacted to the cold air as soon as I opened the door. They became erect, pushing through my thin white blouse. Fuck, I felt hot. His body tightened, his back straightened, his shoulders locked behind him. He spoke "Please, Sir, may I suck you off, as a thank you?"Her Dom was grinning from ear to ear. He stood, and both James and herself were in awe of his physique. But just for different reasons. She loved how strong he looked, how utterly in control. James wondered how he was going to fulfil his new Mistresses command on such a masculine person. As he stood he spoke, softly but in a deep tone "Excellent work Catherine.. Jim scurried off and returned twenty minutes later dressed as the French maid. The five coloureds laughed at him and tease him for being a pansy, a wimp. Then Stella entered the room; her once 38C tits were now a massive 44DD, swelled by the amounts of milk she was producing to feed Tess, Jim and Jed. The Guys began calling her a black man’s whore. Jed simply told her to get her fucking white trashy tits out for the boys to see.Then she was told to remove the rest of her clothes and show these.