“What was that for? Yet she ate whatever was put in front of her and barely left her room unless summoned. I gave the modest breast a firm squeeze and leaned down to whisper in my pet’s ear, “Go welcome your mistress home, kitten.” Giving her a gentle shove into the room, I watched her stumble two steps before she halted… and then slowly walked toward the blonde goddess on my bed. “Morning,” I said with a sigh. God, Roger was a fool to not see what she was capable of. Her eyes were rolling into the back of her head, and she was shuddering as Bobbi pressed her attack, making her mistress shudder. “Morning, sir,” she said in that musical Australian accent. If there was a way of finding Ashlee, Psalter was my best bet. When do you want me to start? Bobbi stirred a little but didn’t seem to come to full consciousness.
