Debra was nottall but she could easily intimidate the slave girl. Her being all trussedup made it all the easier."Bu I'm no giwl," she cried, tears of...frustration streaming down herpretty face as she tried to speak properly. She struggled to pronouncemulti syllabic words. "I'm a man. A sowdior - a genewal." Does a man have this?" Debra asked tracing her fingers around the girlssex."No. Pwease," she begged abjectly. "Why can't I speak pwopewy?" You'll use your mouth to service men now girl - no. . she's just in the bathroom. She'll be out in a minute," replied a nervous Daniel. Clive reached out and took hold of the much smaller white man by the upper arm, almost closing his hand completely around his bicep. He spun him around like some tiny dancer and had a good look at him. "You almost like a little boy son. Are you man enough to be married to a fine ass woman like Kendra?" He looked the smaller man up and down his front and then staring at his crotch asked, "You got a tiny white. I was getting a rise out of my cock already and had to concentrate on keeping it behaved.The first model was introduced shedding her stylish bathrobe and parading on the made up catwalk, which was almost 2 feet up. Black lace openworked lingerie is what they called it, with a matching bra. Anneli translated for me, and told me that all the different models were wearing different styles of lace, some leather, and latex and pvc clothes, purely meant to be erotic and possibly worn in the swingers. The hot shower felt great. The only soap available was a lilac bodywash. I supposed it was better than nothing. When I stepped out of theshower, Grace had left me a clean towel to dry off with. On the consolenext to her sink was a can of shave cream and a throw away pink razor.Next to them was a pink sticky note that read, "Do you mind?"I assumed Grace wanted me smooth shaven. I didn't see why not, if thatwas what she preferred. Once I'd shaved and combed my hair, I enteredher bedroom to.