"Switch DVDs," he directed, and the Wench did so, after some fumbling with the remote. Armand settled back to watch the antics of his daughter and her rangy black lover. After a bit, he stood, and ordered, "Have someone bring my robe and pajamas."The Wench punched the intercom button on a nearby console. "My Master wishes to have his pajamas and robe brought to the Media Room."A waspish male voice issued from the speaker, "So why don't you go get them, Slut?"The Wench glanced up at Armand, who frowned and shook his head. The Wench spent a moment visibly composing her response before replying, "That is not my Master's intent." Oh," came the short response. "Very well." There was a bit more before the intercom cut off, the word 'lazy' being the only one clearly discernable."That was Raoul, wasn't it?" Armand asked mildly."I believe so, Master," Wench answered carefully. She knew that tone.Armand pointed at the receiver for the house phone and snapped his fingers; Wench leaped to. ..now...look..." The two of them looked in the mirror and they both started laughing. "Oh I see...I'm sorry Rob....God, I look like a fly in a tent....heehee." She looked at the ridiculous reflection of her standing there, in a shirt that was so big she could nearly have fitted in the sleeve. Also...it was filthy. Their was mustard stains...grease stains...red wine stains...and...lipstick stains. "He should have worn a bib heehee. What a fucking pig he is. See....that's what I've got myself into...what am I going to do Rob, this is unfuckingbelieveable!" The tears started flowing once again. "First things first.....lets get you cleaned up....come on, shower..I'll wash you down."He took her by the hand and led her too the bathroom. He started the shower and stripped his dressing gown off, hanging it on the back of the door. Turning, he then unbuttoned the monster shirt on Lesley and through it on the floor. "At least you didn't have to shave his cock this morning" he said to her. "If.
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