?And they too walked away, but i heard one say to the other, ?A couple ofgrand?!? Cindi asked if i had told Master. ?No.? i said, ?It?s justthat it is...so degrading that he just automatically assumed that i am a whore. iwould tell Master if he threatened me physically, but i can deal with verbalabuse, it just hurts sometimes. And quite honestly that woman is right, i guessi am dressed for the role? Cindi looked over slave?s shoulder and waved. A very nicelooking man came striding up. Cindi said. I fixed a picnic lunch and brought it to the hotel…As it happened it went untouched. She arrived about 15 minutes late but looked spectacular in a rag wool sweater, tight black jeans and boots……She walked straight past me to the bathroom…and came out wearing only a men’s shirt…and a wicked grin…She lounged on the bed while I sat in the one chair in the room…I opened the wine and let it breathe …as it was clear she wanted to take her time…She wanted to talk about sex …her likes and dislikes…She. “Alright, we’ll hit the clubs tonight.” I told him. I was bent over the sink, in the men’s restroom, of a small dive bar in Hollywood, while two men stood in line, behind the current guy fucking me from behind. My skirt was pulled up over my hips and his cock was sliding easily in and out of my juicy peach from between my thighs and buttocks. “Does that feel good or what?” Anthony asked him while he collected money from the other two who would get to fuck me next. We had been in three bars this. And we have many buildings. We have buildings we work in and buildings we live in. It is a very large place,” he said.Dr. Anderson found it hard to describe Boston to someone who had never heard of a building, never heard of horses or carriages, didn’t understand about roads or streets, and had no concept of numbers. Not to mention the language barrier that was still prevalent. Tika was slowly learning some words but there was still so much more to learn!Then it was Dr. Anderson's turn to ask.