Kate s Rich Bitch Fantasy
I dreamed this up one day, imagining what I might be like as a spoiled rich bitch! I have my driver, James, pull the car around to the back of the warehouse and park there. He steps out and walks around to my door, looking sharp, as always, in his crisp, greyuniform. Standing straight and tall, he opens my door and waits as I step out. “Wait here, James,” I tell him. “I will only be a short while.” “Yes, ma’am,” he replies, closes the door and dutifully stands to wait for my return. I stroll...