"Thank you Master Owen. Master Yves-Marchant will see you now." Thank you," Owen replied but regretted it instantly. One didn't thank slaves in situa...tions like this. One simply proceeded. He'd have to be careful. The Brits were big on this "decorum" bullshit, especially upper class, double-barrelled French ones like Marchant. The girl replied simply by bowing her head even lower and staring at Owen's feet. Girl number two stood, opened the door to Marchant's office and knelt with her hand. I’m utterly exposed. What if someone were to come in and see me like this? Her pussy opened in her arousal, the petals of her labia revealing her sweet inner nectar. I would be expelled, ridiculed, punished, punished for being naughty…she gazed at her feminine form, lounging against the pale wall. She was a Goddess. No one could resist her. She was the ultimate erotic fantasy. She had tried to think her way out of her behaviour, but found herself at a dead end. Ooh… she told herself. Don’t. The whole time her legs crossed on the couch, just showing her knees. ‘Perfect’ I said clicking another photo. She leaned over pushing her now fully visible breasts out toward me, licking her lips. I put the camera down and scratched my head. ‘Damn wow.. Uh, I’ve never done this before, I’m somewhat confused.’ She gigged, and reach over and grabbed me by my shirt collar and kissed my mouth with those big red juicy lips of hers. ‘Not confused anymore, thanks’ I murmured against her lips. She. "Absolutely not! You will be in full makeup from the time you wake upuntil you go to bed. Most women can get by with some lip gloss andpowder but you are a big sissy. A sissy, I must say, that other sissiesdream about being. Yes, it's a mask. A mask you use to pass on casualinspection. Enough chatter, you have work to do, so get to it," shestated turning on her heels and leaving.After his evening bath Perry was surprised to see Miss. Norman standingnear his bed. A bed covered in women's.