She is carrying a feather duster and playfully twirls it around my crotch. ‘Right, let’s get started’ I say, ‘Jean; I want you to dust the sta...irs and be sexy about doing it.’‘Yes boss’ she says and salutes me with the duster.The Master, the Madam and the MaidAction…I film the maid dusting the stairs, panning from her high heels to her bare ass with that thin strip of thong that only just covers her pussy then pan out for a full back view. My cock is already rock hard and I would love to take. I spun her around and fully embraced her, not caring about the crowd of people probably staring. I felt her body shudder and heard small whimpers, I released her and set her back on the ground and she immediately hugged me again. "Don't you ever do that to me again! Seven months is way too long!" she cried into my chest. She sniffled, wiped her eyes on her cream colored cashmere sweater which hung off of one of her shoulders, adding to her already sultry appeal. "I'm sorry, babygirl, I never. "She's fine. She ... well, she's insisted on learning a healing spell. And a mana rejuvenation spell. So you never have an excuse to do that again, or so she said. And she rather ... overdid it, trying to learn. She'll sleep for a while, but she's fine."I flushed. "For me? Wow. I'll have to thank her. Once she wakes up, that is. You, uh, didn't answer my first question. What exactly happened?" You don't remember?" Wynne looked concerned, and her hand went to my forehead."I remember the dragon.. Its really complicated. David, her father… As soon as she said a name, I broke the connection. She had already told me everything I needed to know. My actions may sound overly controlling or even rude, but I keep too many peoples secrets. Keeping secrets is part of the service I am paid for. There is always someone trying to dig up other peoples secrets, so I always have to assume that every conversation is recorded. At 9:10 I was pulled up into a rest stop on the interstate. What I like about.