Cassandra's Happy Life

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(1)
Cassandra stepped out of the elevator of her mansion overlooking Lake Michigan and couldn't help but sigh with relief. A whole day of intense work had been exhausting. As a partner at one of the most prestigious law firms in the United States, she already possessed a fortune of hundreds of millions of dollars, yet she still refused to give up her career. Today, a meeting with a major Japanese client had lasted all day. At dinner, she had her assistant accompany the Japanese while she went home to relax.
Just as she was about to insert her key into the lock, as if by magic, the door opened automatically. A blond, fair-skinned 19-year-old boy stood bowing in the doorway, looking at Cassandra with delight and excitement. He was completely naked, wearing only pink underwear. "Master, it's so good to see you back. I've missed you all day," the boy said respectfully, with a fawning tone. Although she was almost 46, Cassandra was still very well-maintained, with a slender figure and defined curves. If it weren't for the few wrinkles on her face, she wouldn't look like a woman over 40 at all. Today she wore a Versace cashmere suit, Clarks black high-heeled shoes, and PK black stockings
that disappeared to her upper thighs. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her look beautiful and sexy. Cassandra stepped into the room, reaching directly into the boy's underwear and touching his penis, asking, "Have you finished everything I asked you to do today?" She felt the boy's penis quickly becoming erect. "All done. I went to the supermarket and bought everything you wanted; I also made an appointment with the beautician for Saturday; and I shaved off all my body hair, I hope you're satisfied," the boy answered cautiously, looking expectantly at his mistress, hoping for praise.
Cassandra walked into the living room, which had floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides overlooking the lake, and plopped down on her ultra-luxurious leather sofa, impatiently saying to the boy, "Tim, go get me a glass of water, I'm dying of thirst." Tim quickly and skillfully rushed to the kitchen and brought Cassandra her favorite soda with lemon. He handed the water to his mistress, knowing what the next step was—his mistress needed to relax after work. Tim took Cassandra's sheepskin slippers and knelt at her feet. "Mistress, you look so tired. May I help you relax?" Tim said, taking off Cassandra's shoes and inhaling deeply. The scent of Cassandra's sweaty feet, perfume, and leather mingled, thrilling Tim. "My pantyhose boy, you know how to serve your mistress, don't you?" Cassandra said, leaning back on the sofa cushions, while gently kicking and rubbing her feet, clad in expensive stockings, against Tim's face and mouth.
Cassandra was the person Tim worshipped and revered most. For Tim, ever since she brought him home from a New York hotel six months ago, Cassandra had been everything. She was his goddess, his master. He worshipped everything about her and was willing to do anything for her, as long as Cassandra was happy and pleased. Tim knew Cassandra enjoyed his tongue service; he knew it could relax, soothe, and excite his mistress. Although he'd only served her for six months, he already knew her erogenous zones and sensitive spots.
Tim lifted Cassandra's right foot, clad in black stockings, to his face. Months of daily service had made him intimately familiar with her legs and feet. Smelling the familiar scent of her sweaty feet, he first stroked and gently kneaded her calves, tightly encased in stockings. He knew this would easily help his mistress relax.
Cassandra groaned softly in pleasure. She was used to Tim's caresses and secretly proud of her judgment and keen insight into potential sex slaves. Her feet were indeed tired today; they deserved Tim's attention.
Through the stockings, Cassandra could feel Tim's breath, warm and moist, inhaling the scent of her feet, a comforting warmth.
Cassandra sipped her lemon soda, thinking that at this moment her assistant Tommy was probably with those lecherous Japanese men, drinking sake and eating sushi, and afterwards they'd be going to a casino nightclub, while she was already home enjoying little Tim.
"Poor Tommy, when will I reward him?"
Cassandra felt her little slave's warm, wet tongue brushing against her feet, like a slight electric current, instantly sending a tingling, pleasurable sensation through her sympathetic nerves. So, she directly put her right foot, clad in a black stocking and slick with sweat, into Tim's mouth. After licking the sole of her foot, Tim began sucking on Cassandra's toes. "Take off my stockings, my pantyhose boy, you know how." Tim gently removed both of Cassandra's stockings with his teeth and mouth, licking one in his mouth while sniffing the other intensely. “Tim, are you washing my stockings with your tongue?” Cassandra stroked Tim’s cheek with her foot, the sweat from her feet rubbing against Tim’s face, making it wet and sticky. “Your feet smell so good, my mistress.” Tim began to wash his mistress’s feet with his tongue. At the same time, Tim’s penis stood erect, pushing against his pink panties. Cassandra played with the little boy’s penis with her other foot. “Tim, after washing your mistress’s feet with your tongue, what should you wash next?” Cassandra looked at her stocking boy with lust. Tim knew it was time to give his mistress the service that excited and pleased her the most. Finally, he licked Cassandra’s two feet with his tongue, and Tim knelt down and pleaded, “Mistress, may I lick your sacred genitals for you?” “Okay, my stocking boy, get ready and start, you know that place loves your tongue.” Cassandra spread her legs erotically and placed them on Tim’s shoulders.
“My mistress, please allow me to prepare myself.” Tim quickly rinsed his mouth in the bathroom and took out a clean, damp towel to wipe his mistress’s feet, which were covered in his saliva.
Perhaps because he had been servicing his mistress’s feet with his tongue for too long, Tim felt thirsty. “Madam, I’m thirsty. Could you please give me something to drink?” Tim knelt at Cassandra’s feet, pleading expectantly. Cassandra had already drunk two whole glasses of soda lemonade, and her mouth was extremely moist. She knew what her little sex slave wanted. “Kneel here, open your mouth, and your mistress will reward you with some saliva, won’t she?” Cassandra commanded. Tim excitedly knelt down and opened his mouth. Cassandra gathered a large mouthful of thick saliva and slowly spat it down into Tim’s mouth. Cassandra’s saliva, mixed with her unique feminine scent, was spat into Tim’s mouth, with a strand of saliva still hanging from Cassandra’s lips, connecting her mouth and Tim’s tongue. “It smells so good, my mistress, can I have another bite?”
(2)
Although it was still late winter, nights came quickly in Chicago. A thin layer of mist hung over the clear Lake Michigan. The air was still cool but very moist, like warm jade against one’s chest. A breeze blew across the lake, carrying the scent of water plants and twilight into Cassandra’s villa on the lakeside.
The bright top floor of the villa, illuminated by the crystal chandelier, was warm as spring. Little Tim was kneeling on the floor between Cassandra’s legs, diligently licking his mistress’s familiar sanctuary. Cassandra’s genitals were already very wet. She often wondered why her sexual desire was so strong, sometimes even surprising herself. Perhaps this was why she hadn’t found a lover of similar age. Men of that age were far from satisfying her sexual needs. What she needed was a virgin like Little Tim, young, energetic, and devoted to her. As a billionaire, she had the means to fully enjoy every wonderful moment of life. Sometimes, even the thought of Tim kneeling before her, serving her, would instantly arouse Cassandra.
Tim's tongue skillfully licked his mistress's vulva. He was intimately familiar with every fold, corner, and scent of that place. Sometimes he was even surprised by his own peculiar, unusual adoration for Cassandra's body. Ever since Tim first saw Cassandra at the Waldorf Hotel in New York, he had dreamed of being her servant. As he carried her luggage to her room, he thought to himself, "How wonderful it would be if everything I had belonged to such a wealthy lady!"
“Don’t stop, my little son,” Cassandra moaned joyfully, interrupting Tim’s thoughts. “I love your tongue; it’s the best part of your body. My little slave. Ah…” Cassandra slightly parted her legs, gently placing them on Tim’s shoulders and back. Tim knew his mistress’s climax was imminent. He enveloped Cassandra’s clitoris tightly with his lips, gently and incessantly licking and sucking with his tongue. Cassandra’s love juices began to gush forth, and she involuntarily moaned and cried out, simultaneously clamping Tim’s head tightly between her legs, grabbing Tim’s hair with her right hand, and desperately pressing Tim’s head towards her vulva. Finally, with an exaggerated gasp, Cassandra reached her climax. Cassandra felt as if her breath was about to stop; her body felt like a pure white feather, floating lightly in the air. She felt utterly exhausted, as if she had no strength left. "But this feeling is fucking amazing." She released Tim's hair, reclined on the sofa, and closed her eyes slightly. "God, this little boy is amazing!" She secretly felt proud of herself for bringing Tim home.
Tim lifted his face, which was covered in Cassandra's love juice, and once again licked the love juice around his mistress's vulva clean with his tongue, while gently stroking the soles of her feet with his fingers, helping her relax after her orgasm.
Five minutes later, Cassandra slowly recovered from the excitement of her orgasm. She opened her blurry eyes and found that little Tim was still looking at her lustfully. Looking into those eyes, Cassandra remembered the scene when she first saw Tim two years ago.
Cassandra met little Tim, who was working as a doorman at the Waldorf Hotel, then New York's most luxurious hotel, at the Eastern District Bar Conference. At that time, Tim was the mistress of the arrogant and domineering CEO of the Waldorf Hotel, Kelsena. No matter how Tim behaved, Kelsena was always very strict with him. Tim later told Cassandra that it was the unique blend of nobility, severity, and tenderness in Cassandra's eyes that made him worship her in his heart.
As one of the few female directors of the American Bar Association, the Eastern Regional Conference was one of Cassandra's most important annual meetings, and according to custom, she had to give a one-hour keynote speech on behalf of the American Bar Association. "What should I say to these self-important guys?" Cassandra muttered to herself. In any case, she needed to arrive in New York a little early to prepare.
Cassandra arrived in New York two weeks earlier than the other attendees, naturally checking into the most luxurious Waldorf Hotel, which was also managed by her good friend Kelsena.
“I wonder what new girl Xuena has found. She’s such a fickle person.” On the plane, thinking of Xuena, Cassandra couldn’t help but smile. “She’s like me, a woman with a particularly strong sex drive, likes to control men, and is ambitious. In short, she’s someone who enjoys life. I’m pretty much the same as her now.” Thinking this, the plane landed smoothly at New York’s JFK International Airport.
Getting into the Cadillac Xuena had sent to pick her up, Cassandra dialed Xuena’s office number on her cell phone.
“Xuena, I’ve arrived. What are you treating me to tonight?” Cassandra asked Xuena jokingly.
On the other end of the line, Xuena’s clear breathing came through. “Cassandra, I’m working on a document on my computer. I’ll tell you the plans for tonight when you get here.”
“But Xuena, is working on a document that tiring? I heard something! Hehe.” Cassandra teased Xuena, while feeling a sticky dampness down there.
“Hahaha, Cass, you shrewd, lustful devil. I was really writing documents, it's just that little Tim was kneeling down there to help me relax, so I wouldn't die from overwork like those Japanese!” Ke Xuena cleverly defended herself.
“Okay, if you want to work, I'll go to my room to shower and call you.”
“Okay, I'll wait for your call. Oh, by the way, Cass, did you have any romantic encounters on the way? If not, should I arrange something for you in the room to relieve your fatigue? Hehe.”
“Go to hell, Xuena, I didn't have any ideas at first, but after you said that, I'm actually a little wet down there! You lecherous devil.” Cassandra laughed and hung up the phone.
At 6:10 p.m., Cassandra, dressed alluringly, walked into Ke Xuena's office. The secretary on duty already recognized her, knowing that she was the boss's close friend. Cassandra pushed open the heavy oak door and entered Ke Xuena's luxuriously decorated office.
As soon as she entered, Cassandra smelled a decadent atmosphere, and her heart involuntarily fluttered.
Ke Xuena was facing the main entrance, her fingers on the Dell laptop on the right-hand side table, her body leaning back in the comfortable sofa chair, her eyes half-closed, her face flushed. A little boy with blond hair was kneeling between Ke Xuena's legs doing something, but his face was not visible.
"Cass, sit down first, wait for me a moment." Ke Xuena knew without looking that it was Cassandra.
Cassandra sat helplessly on the large sofa to the side and picked up a magazine to read.
(3)
Under the dim lights of the Monica Restaurant on 33rd Street in New York, Cassandra and Ke Xuena sat facing each other at a four-person table with a lake-green tablecloth at the corner, whispering to each other.
"Xuena, I want to know how your club is going?"
"Damn it, it's still early! That son of a bitch Charlie hasn't given me enough money yet, looks like I need to find a chance to teach him a lesson." Ke Xuena still couldn't get rid of her habit of swearing, a habit she had since middle school and had never thought of changing.
Cassandra chuckled. She loved Keshena's straightforward and decisive nature, both in their sex life and in other aspects of life.
"How's it going, Cassandra? Haven't had an orgasm in a few days?" Keshena asked with a mischievous grin. "Shall we have one of the guys here lick you while we eat?"
"Come on, Keshena, do you think everyone's as sexually insatiable as you?" Cassandra blushed slightly. In fact, Keshena had guessed correctly; when she saw Keshena's little slave in Keshena's office that afternoon, Cassandra's legs were already aroused.
"Hehe, my Cassandra is still so easily embarrassed!" Keshena teased. "Seriously, you came so early this time, it wasn't just to prepare for this damn meeting, was it?"
"You lecher, I knew you'd think that." Cassandra pretended to be angry. "By the way, when did you get that little Tim you met this afternoon?" Cassandra changed the subject.
“Ah, you mean Tim? I can’t quite remember. The little boys at the hotel are all at my beck and call. I haven’t officially taken anyone in since that bastard Jack left.” Keshena seemed thoughtful as she said this.
The waiter brought oysters, cod fillets, caviar, and cassela’s favorite gin. “Have you settled things with Jenny and her awful record company?” Cassandra asked Keshena. “It seems not. She’s supposed to be coming to New York soon. Looks like I’ll have to rely on you, Cass.” Cassandra paused for a moment. “Keshena, arrange for me to meet with Senator Claire tomorrow. I don’t want to call that old man first.” “Heh, no problem. Cass, you’re so kind. I like you. Jenny will be grateful.” “Keshena, it’s not about gratitude. Jenny should understand. Don’t forget our goal.”
At that moment, a violinist slowly approached the table and began playing a melodious E minor.
While Cassandra and Kershner enjoyed their romantic dinner, a different scene unfolded inside Jenny Crawford's 19th-floor mansion at 69 Lincoln Avenue in Los Angeles. Pop superstar Jenny Crawford, who once sold 600 albums, had just returned home, fuming.
The conversation with Victor, president of Sonny Records, went poorly, and the release of the next album was basically hopeless. Victor had already planned to invest his money in Natasha, the bombshell who had thrown herself at him. As for the proud and arrogant Jenny, Victor thought to himself, "That middle-aged, washed-up actress, screw her. "
Upon opening the door and seeing his mistress's angry expression, Jenny's love slave, Dennis, immediately knew what to do to make his mistress forget her unpleasantness.
"Madam, would you like some iced soda water?" Dennis knelt and handed a crystal glass to Jenny, who was lounging lazily on the sofa. Jenny drank it down in one gulp. Looking at Dennis's handsome face, she suddenly felt that familiar heat and arousal. Jenny found it strange; her libido was always particularly strong when she was angry. She didn't know why; perhaps this was what Ke Xuena called a born queen's personality.
Dennis slowly removed Jenny's dark brown high-heeled boots, revealing her shapely legs clad in tight black stockings. At such moments, Dennis felt a surge of dizziness, a deep desire to do anything for Jenny. *Slap!* Jenny slapped Dennis across the face with her foot, then placed it on his face.
Dennis inhaled deeply the familiar scent of his mistress—a slightly sour fragrance mixed with the sweat from her feet and her perfume, a scent that always haunted his dreams. *Slap, slap!* Before Dennis could recover, Jenny slapped him twice more, not too hard, with her foot.
"Master, you seem to be in a bad mood today, don't you?" Dennis fawned, kneeling before Jenny, offering to massage his mistress's legs and feet.
Jenny completely ignored him. She stomped her foot on Dennis's face, forcefully pushing him backward. Dennis lost his balance and fell onto the carpet. Jenny beckoned to Dennis with her finger again, and Dennis had no choice but to kneel down before her once more.
"Slap, slap, slap..." Jenny began to slap Dennis's face with her sexy stockings.
"Good, my master," Dennis continued to flatter her, knowing this was his master's way of venting.
"What's for dinner, Dennis?" After a little "training," Jenny felt a little hungry, a good sign, she told herself, she hadn't felt hungry in a long time.
"Master, I ordered some French dishes for you at Maxim's, and I also made some of your favorite salads," Dennis replied, "and your favorite '76 bourbon."
"Does the record company have any other arrangements for tonight?"
"After dinner, the company has arranged for two of your fans to meet with you, for about two hours." Although Dennis was Jenny's newly appointed manager, he was quite competent.
"That son of a bitch Victor, still trying to squeeze money out of me," Jenny cursed angrily.
"Don't be angry, Master, please enjoy your dinner, okay?" Dennis soothed her.
Jenny glanced at Dennis kneeling at her feet, a sweet feeling welling up inside her. After all, Dennis was devoted to her.
"By the way, Dennis, where should I meet those two damn fans?"
"The company said it would be best at your club, Master, what do you think?"
Jenny looked at Dennis, a brilliant idea suddenly forming in her mind.
"Dennis, arrange it here," Jenny calmly instructed.
"What? Here? Those fans will know your address! You'll be in big trouble later!" Dennis's eyes widened in surprise.
"No, you go to the club to pick them up. Remember, blindfold those two." Jenny couldn't help but smile as she said this; it seemed tonight would be quite interesting. It was time to relax.
"Ah, I understand, Master, I get it!"
Dennis was so clever and understanding; he understood everything with just a hint. "I didn't choose the wrong guy," Jenny thought to herself with secret pride.
After serving Jenny dinner, Dennis knelt before her again, gazing at her longingly. Jenny sat on a soft leather cushion, reading USA Today. She knew what Dennis wanted. “Dennis, honey, go get those two guys. You’ll get what you want. I want to relax tonight too!” Jenny patted Dennis’s cheek.
About 30 minutes later, the door to Jenny’s mansion opened, and Dennis led in two blond, curly-haired twin brothers who looked probably under 18.
“Madam, they’re here. May we remove their blindfolds?” Jenny nodded. She hadn’t expected her fans to be twins. “Fuck, that’s awesome!” Jenny almost shouted.
Suddenly seeing light, the brothers squinted. When they saw their idol sitting on a large sofa in the corner of the hall, smiling at them, the overwhelming excitement of seeing him for days reached its peak. Their throats went dry, and their legs went weak. Jenny laughed; this was a scene she was used to.
“Dennis, bring them over.” Jenny remained seated on the sofa, leisurely smoking.
“What are your names, little guys?” Jenny didn’t offer them seats, nor did she let Dennis get them food or drinks. There was no need to be polite with fans this age; letting them lick her feet or smell her buttocks was enough to make them worship her wholeheartedly.
“My name is Nick, and this is my brother, Tony.” One of them stammered, sounding quite nervous.
Jenny looked at them carefully for a while; the two brothers were indeed difficult to distinguish.
“Okay, Nick, what do you want to say to me today? Autographs or photos?” Jenny’s lips curled into a smile.
“I don’t know, great Jenny, we listen to your records every day…maybe we don’t need anything, we just want to see you.” Nick stammered.
“He’s lying,” Tony, his face flushed, said excitedly, “He told me he idolizes you, and even wants to be your…your…”
“Be my what, Tony? What about yourself?” Jenny asked softly, suppressing a laugh.
“We all want to be your slaves, even your toilets.” Nick finally mustered the courage to say it.
Dennis, who was standing next to him, couldn’t help but smile. Jenny looked at Dennis and said coldly, “Dennis, what’s so funny?”
Dennis was so frightened that he immediately knelt down. “Madam, no, I’m just happy for you because you deserve to be worshipped like this!”
“My excrement and urine are my own body’s stuff, don’t they deserve your worship?” Jenny looked at the three people in front of her.
(4)
In the luxury suite on the 26th floor of the Waldorf Hotel in New York, Cassandra was enjoying sexual pleasure. She had been in New York for 3 days and had not enjoyed herself properly. Today, the cunning Cocosina took the initiative to arrange a sex slave for Cassandra. Cassandra knew that she could no longer refuse because of shyness, because her body had begun to feel thirsty. Cocosina knew that Cassandra was a rather picky woman. She also saw from Cassandra’s words that Cassandra seemed to like that little Tim.
After dinner, she immediately rang the bell in her office and summoned Tim. She instructed him, "Don't come here to serve me these next few nights. I've arranged a new master for you, a very beautiful and charming one. You'd better serve her well!" Tim knelt down and kissed the surface of Koshena's shoe with his lips, saying, "Master, I'll do whatever you command." Koshena chuckled, "Perhaps if you behave well, I won't be your master anymore. Go now, and remember, make sure your tongue does its job well!"
When little Tim stood naked before Cassandra, she suddenly felt a surge of inexplicable joy and gratitude welling up inside her.
The 17-year-old blond boy was already well-developed, but his delicate, fair face was still somewhat pale, and his body trembled slightly with nervousness.
In nearly an hour, Cassandra had essentially taught young Tim how to serve her. Cassandra handed Tim a goblet filled with her own holy urine.
"Child, are you willing to be my personal slave?" Cassandra asked Tim with a smile, "Are you willing to be loyal to me alone forever?"
"Yes, madam, I am willing to serve you for life, to be your fulfilling personal slave," Tim replied excitedly. He knew his feeling was correct. He was just an ordinary member of Koshena's many slaves, yet now he could be the personal slave of such a noble lady—it was truly blissful. Perhaps this lady would take him away from New York, perhaps he would live with her in the future, perhaps… Tim was too excited to think any further.
“Well then, drink your master’s holy water, consider it your baptism. After you drink it, you will be my official slave.”
Tim picked up the warm cup, which contained his master’s holy water and seemed to exude the fragrance of gardenias. He drank it slowly, as if reluctant to consume this favor all at once.
Cassandra looked at Tim and smiled with satisfaction. God, I love this young body so much, she thought to herself.
Kershner was right, Tim’s tongue was indeed superb. Cassandra had three orgasms, her love juices making Tim’s face wet and damp, like sunscreen.
At dawn, Cassandra lay on the soft bed, fast asleep. Tim pressed his face tightly against his master’s thighs, his hands holding Cassandra’s beautiful legs, and fell asleep as if cradling a beloved treasure.
Jenny’s mansion on Lincoln Avenue, Los Angeles, California. Dennis had prepared the tools his master would use to discipline the twin brothers and knelt quietly to one side, awaiting Jenny's instructions. Tony and Nick, naked, also knelt at Jenny's feet.
Jenny finished her last sip of vodka and nodded to Dennis. Dennis immediately understood his master's meaning. He knelt before her and gently undressed her. As he removed her stockings, he couldn't help but inhale the fragrance of her delicate feet.
Jenny tied the two black stockings around Tony and Nick's necks, made a knot, and handed Dennis the underwear she had just removed. "Dennis, my darling, this is your reward," Jenny said with a smile.
"But master, can I...?" Dennis held the glass his master had just used to drink, looking at Jenny with longing eyes.
"Well, wait a moment, my darling, you'll get it. You deserve some extra rewards today. Kneel to the side for now."
Nearly 50 minutes of riding and whipping had left Jenny somewhat tired, her face flushed and covered in fine beads of sweat. Tony and Nick experienced unprecedented excitement and stimulation, feeling almost like they were in a dream. The whip marks on their bodies and the slaps on Jenny's face were burning hot, and their muscles and penises trembled involuntarily, reaching a peak of excitement.
Jenny plopped back onto the sofa, breathing softly. The soda and vodka made her feel an intense urge to urinate. "Tony and Nick, do you two want to drink my urine?"
The two twin brothers never dreamed they could be so close to their idol, let alone drink his holy water. How lucky they were!
Dennis handed the two brothers two cups filled with their master's holy water. Then, he looked at Jenny with longing eyes. Jenny
waved to Dennis. Dennis knelt between Jenny's legs, pressing his mouth tightly against her vulva. Instantly, Jenny's holy water rushed into Dennis's mouth. Dennis greedily drank his master's holy water, like a traveler who had been wandering in the desert for a long time.
“These are all for you, my darling Dennis,” Jenny said affectionately, patting Dennis’s face.
“You must all be a little hungry, right?” Jenny looked at the slaves and smiled maliciously.
Dennis smiled and immediately brought out delicate plates from the kitchen. Jenny didn’t have much gold today, so she decided to give it all to the two twin brothers. Dennis obediently knelt down and licked his master’s anus clean with his tongue.
Tony and Nick greedily sniffed Jenny’s gold, finishing it off in a moment, seemingly truly hungry.
Waldorf Hotel, New York. Coco Scheres’s office.
“Cass, I’ve arranged Senator Claire’s matter. Let’s go to Washington tomorrow afternoon.”
“Scherna, why can’t that old man come to New York? Humph, it seems he’s still itching for a beating after not seeing him for months!” Cassandra was a little angry.
“Hehe, Cass, it’s not that son of a bitch, I just wanted to get away for a while. Staying in the hotel all day is so damn boring.”
“Washington, oh, isn’t that boring too?”
“Hehe, darling Cass, I won’t let my Cass be bored. I’ll definitely give you a thrill. Hahaha.” Ke Xuena teased smugly.
“Hehe, Xuena, you pervert. Tell me honestly, how many orgasms do you need every day to be happy?” Cassandra also teased Ke Xuena with a wicked smile.
“By the way, Xuena, when is Jenny coming to New York?”
“Baby, I’m your secretary now, how are you going to thank me?” Ke Xuena took a drag of her cigarette, leaned back comfortably in her chair, and put her beautiful legs on the coffee table. “Jenny might not be able to come until this weekend; her jerk boss won’t let her take time off.”
“My God, does Jenny really have no standing at that record company anymore? I’d really like to see what kind of person this arrogant jerk boss is.”
Cassandra and Keshena knew Jenny, a once-popular singer, all too well, so they found Jenny’s current situation very strange and unbelievable.
“Will that old Senator Claire be of any use?” Keshena asked Cassandra with some doubt.
“This guy isn’t our most powerful pawn, hehe, Keshena, don’t forget, we have much stronger backing.”
Cassandra said confidently. “But Claire should be enough to deal with Sonny Records, right?”
“Cass, I’m just worried that the old man might not be able to handle it completely. I also want our Mafia godmother to keep an eye on Jenny’s situation. We can’t afford to lose, and besides, we need to keep Jenny as famous as before!”
“Heh, where is Diane now? Still in Las Vegas?”
“She’s still in Las Vegas, her old haunt is there, heh.”
“I haven’t called Diane for almost two months, how’s her casino doing?”
“Very good. She called me a few days ago, and I told her you were here, and asked her to come and play.” Kershner glanced at Cassandra, “But she said she wouldn’t dare come if you were here. Heh.”
“That heartless Diane, next time I see her, I’ll give her a piece of my mind. Hmph.”
“Hahaha, Cass, I just love you, you’re even cute when you’re angry.” Kershner couldn’t help but laugh, “Diane knows you’re here for a meeting, a bar conference, she doesn’t want to cause you any trouble.”
“What trouble could there be? I’m not afraid. The American Bar Association absolutely needs me!” Cassandra said confidently. “But Diane is very thoughtful, well, she’s my godmother after all.” Cassandra was a little touched.
“Cass, aren’t you the same? Compared to you two, Jenny and I are fucking carefree. Hahaha.”
As Cassandra finished speaking, she suddenly seemed to remember something. "Oh, right, Cass, I have a brilliant idea. Want to hear it?"
"Go ahead, Cassandra, you perverted girl," Cassandra said with a laugh. "What idea?"
"Cass, let's fly to Las Vegas tomorrow and surprise Diane. Hehe, I also want to secretly see what good stuff Diane got but doesn't tell us. Cass, you know, she's always like that." "Hehe, Cassandra, you mischievous girl. Hmm, sure, we can leave tomorrow and still make it back for the opening ceremony of the conference."
Cassandra nodded with a smile. Being with Cassandra was always fun, always something new and exciting to enjoy or look forward to, she thought to herself.
On the morning of September 15th, Cassandra was in a luxury suite at the Waldorf Hotel.
Cassandra sat in a wicker chair on the balcony reading the morning's USA Today. Tim had already prepared breakfast for his hostess.
"Tim, I'm going to Nevada today. Is everything packed?" Cassandra asked without looking up from the newspaper.
“Everything is ready, my master. I’ve prepared clothes for two days, is that enough?”
“Hmm, prepare clothes for five days. I want to go to Diane’s to relax.”
“Yes, master.” Tim replied, but tears streamed down his face.
“Hehe, what’s wrong, my little Tim?” Cassandra noticed that Tim’s voice wasn’t as cheerful as usual.
“Master, do you have to be gone for so long?” Tim murmured, “That means I won’t see you for five days, doesn’t it?”
“Hahaha, yes, my little slave, I’ll try to come back as soon as possible. Hehe,” Cassandra looked at Tim, somewhat moved. “Tim, I’ll leave you the stockings and underwear I’ve worn these past few days. You can call me if you miss me.”
“Thank you, master,” Tim immediately felt the sunshine brighten his mood. He quickly knelt before Cassandra and kowtowed.
“Yes, I can give you even more of your master’s things; I think you’ll like them.” Cassandra nodded approvingly. “Tim, go get the cup; I’ll give you some of your master’s holy water.”
Tim was overjoyed. It was wonderful! Although he hadn’t seen his master these past few days, he had received so many holy items—a blessing in disguise. He deftly retrieved Cassandra’s favorite embroidered porcelain cup, knelt between her legs, and gently lifted her nightgown. His master’s sacred area appeared noble and alluring amidst the not-so-thick golden hair. Cassandra poured out the holy water that had accumulated overnight. Tim carefully put the lid back on, then knelt forward again, obediently licking his master’s sacred area clean with his tongue.
Looking at Tim’s handsome face and obedient manner, Cassandra felt another surge of excitement, and a slight dizziness quickly spread throughout her body. No, I'm boarding the plane in a few hours. If Shena looks for me and sees me using Tim again, she'll definitely laugh at me for never having seen anything good before. Hehe, I need to restrain myself a bit. Cassandra's body and mind are somewhat conflicted.

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