"Lots a'girls do," I said, "have a dozen kids 'fore they're thirty." Not me," she said. "What's in this Georgetown?" People," I told her. "I'm going t... find you a job." Old Tom would'a put me to work, on my back," she said. "That what you got in mind?" No," I said, "What can you do?" Cook some, sew some, things my ma taught me, farm work mostly." All right," I said, "then you don't have to be a whore, do you?" Spoze I want to?" she said with a smile."Your business, but it's a hard way to make a. It was then I committed a mood-killing faux pas. Without thinking I asked, "Alana, are you, my sex slave?" I realized my mistake immediately as she turned, glaring, and smacked the shit out of me. I would have much preferred an enema had I known her fetish of choice."I ain't nobody's slave, you cracka bitch," she growled down at me.To make amends I quickly put on some Barry White and crawled next to her. Kissing passionately and apologizing profusely. Mercifully she forgave my lack of. I rushedout of the room, I heard her yell after me.“Pat come back!” I just ignored her pleas andretreated to my room. I laid down in bed and had agood healthy cry. I was in total emotional turmoil, Iwas also extremely exhausted. I fell asleep withinminutes.Time really flew by, I ended up moving all of mystuff into the basement. I just couldn’t get anysleep with the nightly sex sessions between my wifeand Auger. It had been about a month and a half sincehe moved in and we were. " Taliya smiled at me. Master pushed me on the bed. I didn't dare move; he walked over to Taliya, putting his belt back on. Mistress Julia looked mad enough to kill someone. Taliya grabbed her clothes, walking out the door with Mistress. Master leaned down, grabbing me up from the bed, nearly throwing me out the door. I didn't actually mean to run from him but I did. I got past Mistress and Taliya, running down the stairs. "Ceres, don't you dare go out that door!" Mistress Julia.