It had two good sized bedrooms, a large living room giving on to a sunny but totally secluded and un-overlooked terrace and a large kitchen. I had a r...egular cleaner, a young gay guy, who came in twice a week and kept the place spick and span. If I was there, he gave often gave me longing looks, but that was as far as it got. He was, in fact the only guy apart from Simon and my oldest and dearest friend, Craig, who had ever been in my apartment. As I said earlier, I had always kept my business. Donna would also assist in this more actively, but today’s Dom was Jim. Donna fucked up by not telling Jim her plans today and she was in no position now to assert anything. After 10 min’s, Donna was moving very close to cuming, Connie’s technique was improving, her ass decorated with angry red welts. Jim find the enema is done, so he moves to the other part of his plan. Standing next to Donna, he plays with her tits and starts to suck one. With his left hand, he places his hand on Donna’s. The Russian shrugs as if it has nothing to do with him. "Yes," he spreads his hands as a matter of course. "Or, you can sleep on the floor of course. Though I doubt it is much cleaner." He leans on the door-frame, tossing the empty tin back down onto the concrete with a loud clatter. "Listen Princess, you have to understand a very important fact about what this is going to be like. These next two weeks. I am going to do a lot of things to you, that are essential for you to become mentally and. " I picked a bunch of beans for her.I found myself in the unusual position of sitting on the audience side of the counter while I watched the three girls prepare food. I had one large wok and they'd brought three slightly smaller ones with them. They squealed over the oven and the huge stovetop. I think they opened every single cabinet, the refrigerator, and the freezer. When Dolly started to wash vegetables in the sink, I directed her around back to the prep kitchen. When she squealed, Debbie.