"Asshole," I mutter under my breath as Michael leaves the room. 'Man, I'd love to kick that guy's ass,' I think as I peruse the leftovers.

Noticing one of the naked, collared maids, I bark a quick order. "Girl, prepare me a plate with some leftover lamb and dessert. I'll have a bowl of the soup too. Please deliver all of that along with a bottle of wine and two glasses to my room." The whole time that I am talking to the slave-maid, I can't stop thinking about how incredible Luisa had been, and how great it would be to have her as a slave. 'Hell, in a day or two, she could be the one delivering leftovers to my room, maybe giving me a quick blowjob instead of dessert.'

"Hey Luisa, want to head back to my room? We could split this bottle of wine. Maybe take turns having a go at the maid?"