Arabella sat back in her chair, crossed her legs and smoothed her delicate hand over the tight riding jodhpurs that she wore.

"Unacceptable!" she stated firmly and then softened her tone. "Totally unacceptable."

"Yes Madam."

"Face me!" she snapped.

The servant turned as directed, his semi-erect cock swinging down between his thighs and a little string of sperm hanging down from the eyehole.

"Have I not told you before to control yourself?"

"Yes, Madam, you have indeed."

There was an air of hopelessness in her voice as she reprimanded the tall muscular man.

"Yes! Yes I most certainly have Jason. You know full well that following dinner I like nothing better than to suck a cock and taste sperm – you have deprived me of such pleasure today."

His voice was low and full of remorse.

"Madam, I apologise."

"Huh!" She snorted in derision, her anger beginning to spill out. "And what good is an apology to me now?"

He didn't reply but stood erect and silent awaiting the further lashing of her harsh tongue.

"You will be punished! Most severely punished – now get out and send Paul to me this instant."

"Yes Madam," he muttered and walked quickly away.

The small coffeehouse in the large shopping mall was bustling with mid-morning customers. Natalie and Claire seated themselves at a table close to the wrought-iron railings. It was more a meeting place than a coffee shop; a place for the young and elderly alike to gather and gossip. A place for weary shoppers to rest their feet and bags during their spending sprees, the coffee shop was always crowded.

"Guess what," Claire said with a hint of intrigue in her voice. "I Received an in invitation the other day – from Arabella – remember her from the sixth form at…"

"You too?" Natalie interrupted. "I got one from her yesterday."