“You guess?” Katrina scolded. The daughter stared at her mom confused, as Katrina continued, “We expect complete obedience, my pet. XXX “I expect complete obedience. She wanted to be between those legs again, which somehow seemed even sexier in the thigh high stockings. Turning to the redhead she ordered, “Please bring us coffee and biscuits.”
“Right away, Mistress,” the redhead nodded and disappeared into the kitchen. The question was confusing at first and she didn’t answer. “It’s the final frontier,” Janet smiled. “Of course,” Barbie nodded with a smile. “How do you like your coffee, Tamara?” Janet asked. She walked over to the white woman, her next prey, and said, “Hi, I’m Janet Jones.”
Tamara was still trying to get her head around the black woman having white servants (although Tamara had three black servants herself) as she stammered, out of her element, “H-h-hi, I am Tamara Adler and I’m part of the welcoming committee.”
“How lovely,” Janet smiled,
