Daddy put it in legal terminology that they can’t get out of, even if they fully understand what they signed up to.”“I expected as much,” chor...tled Reginald.Frances now asked the meeting, “Has anyone any other observations to make? I would like to get this document rewritten, ready to send out tomorrow.”The others seemed to be satisfied that enough alterations had been made to their satisfaction. They would be happy to leave Frances to do the rewrite job with the assistance of Freda.“Fine. In. She sensed that someone was approaching her. She was terrified that it might be Rick. What would she do if he hit on her? She hadn't seen Claire. Could she have gone home, maybe feeling ill?"Are you an art lover?" Jen heard from behind her. She turned, and saw one of the guys from Rick's table. She was a little disappointed, but mostly relieved."Um... well, I like art, but I don't know much about it."The man looked delighted. "This mansion has a treasure trove of wonderful art." The man held. She stood before him, a sweaty Goddess, and he wanted to do nothing more than get back down on his knees and to pray and devour her once more.Beth was still trying to catch her breath when she noticed his erection again, only this time a small wet spot was present.She went to move towards him, but he parried her movement, stepping back.She smiled at him. “Please let me return the favor.”She saw his erection give a bounce and he sucked in a deep breath. “That cannot happen, Eilís.”“Why not? You. . have ... to ... do ... that ... with your ... slave’s ... TONGUE?” Vanessa screamed and creamed herself in a hurry as I plowed her doggy-style on my bed.“Yep, definitely had to do that ... you need to get used to this if you’re going to be my wife, dear. Tamara will be servicing you, just as she services me ... and Wendy ... and Brittany. A lot of that will be rimming on her part. Make no mistake about that. She’s my slut, my slave, and I can make her do whatever I wish! You can tell that she.