"Do I make myself clear?" prompted Michelle. "Crystal clear," whispered Carla. She knew exactly what was expected of her. She began to crawl towards t...he powerful woman who was about to become her boss, in more ways than one. She looked up at Michelle, edging her way tantalizingly closer to the taller woman's pussy. Michelle smiled, "Good girl. Now, why don't you show me what a good little worker you can be?" Carla felt a little humiliated by the comment but she didn't hesitate. She licked. The lobby of the Lux Hotel could have been anywhere with its marble floors, indoor plant islands and water fountains. An Ult sat behind an Ultanium that was somewhat akin to a terran piano and played Ult harmonic melodies. Humans and non-humans in business suits, dresses, and robes walking back and forth; standing together in small groups talking to each other. Most of them ignoring the whirling elements outside the view ports.A Thauran receptionist in a tight fitted black suit and purple shirt. I don't think time has exaggerated my recollection of the events which followed. It was as though our first kiss had breached a dam in Ellen and a pent up lake of lust behind it burst forth, to be met by a similar passion elicited by her in me. In an instant, we went from new acquaintances to lustful lovers who had been denied the other's company for far too long. As our clothes were shed, Ellen backstroked across the floor of the living room toward the bedroom, with me in avid pursuit. My lips. I do not need two cooks. Nor two maids or kitchen helpers. What shall we do?" I'd like to stay and be your maid," said Miranda. "Your momma had her own maid, didn't she?"Anne nodded. "She did, but things were different then, trade was good, and I do not think I can afford it now. Is there anyone in the area you'd like to work for, either of you?"The older woman nodded and smiled. "There's a blacksmith on the Riley farm, good fellow, he and I, well, we knows each other. I don' think they's got a.