”“So, it is an economic attack instigated by foreign powers,” she concluded.“No. The idea originated in Australia. I told you that.”“I don...��t think you did. It doesn’t matter anyway. I was thinking through the line the Republicans would have taken if they were having it forced on them. It would be a rallying cry not to give in to foreign influences.”“How is a balanced budget economic war?” I asked.“It’s not. It a defensive move to an economic attack on the dollar.”“By Australia?”“By the world.. .. slut." I realize a second too late that I shouldn't have paused. He pulls out a little then rams into me a second time. I bite my lip to not make a sound, but tears of pain are spilling over my cheeks. "The purpose of this night is to show you your place. You will do what I say, without question. Or you will be punished using pain and humiliation. So, as I have already asked once, say it. And do not disapoint me this time." I take a shaky breath, then answer loudly. "I am your slut." -Mark-. In the last club we met two couples that were there on longer vacations. They were both from the UK, London to be exact, and they knew each other for a long time. They seemed to be at their forties although we never asked. One of the couples was black, both the man and the woman, and their names were Nick and Anna. The other couple was white and their names were Andrew and Juliet. The men worked together at a bank in the center of London, the black woman was a barwoman and the white was a. "Now, how do we use it?"Suggestions flew back and forth across the table. Thule listened carefully, not commenting. After what Yasmina had said about having too much influence among her own people, he'd done an experiment at breakfast, expressing an opinion early on in a conversation--one he didn't really subscribe to and which ran counter to the general sentiment. He was gratified to see that, while it did shift the conversation, his interjection was eventually dismissed as erroneous. Still,.