She followed me to my room and locked the door behind usI asked her, "You were about to kill me back when we were boarding at the airport. Why all the... sudden have you been a whore?"She responded, "you'll figure it out"Something snapped in me. I waited until she was asleep in bed. then slowly (she must have been a strong heavy sleeper!) I heaved her up and chained her to the ceiling. The Stardust would kill me for that but o well.She woke up and said "Oh my God what the hell is going on" and i. I kept pinching harder and harder until my moans turned into erotic sobs, I couldn't control myself any longer, and I needed to orgasm sooo bad.'Master may I masturbate, please I need to cum sooo bad pleaseeeee' I almost screamed as I begged into the phone at him for release. His reply was cold stern, and mater of fact, as if he was responding to a meaningless request, from a young child 'no, I am in control now, I own you , so you cannot touch your cunt or cum unless I tell you, ….do you. I listened to Mike's breathing grow heavier and faster as I slid his cock in and out of my waiting mouth. I was ravenous for his thick cock. All I could imagine was ministering to his cock until he emptied his balls into my throat. That was my goal. All I wanted in the world at that moment was make him cum. I continued sucking and stroking his cock into my mouth until I had to stop and take a breath. I hated stopping, but I had to catch my bearings. I felt his hands gently slide through my. After taking a quick appraisal of Tom she launched into her tirade. Standing with her hands on her hips she spoke loud enough for her voice to carry back to the dining room. "I am Bridget Jones, and I will be your new cook. I am every bit as good as Molly. I can't imagine her ever leaving here, but I'll not put up with her slack ways. I'll run my kitchen the way I see fit; I won't have anybody tell me what to do in my kitchen. You will pay me four dollars a month, plus room and board. I will.