As it turns out they get checked out before me. When I am finally done and heading out the door, they are standing just outside the exit. I pick up on...the fact that they are waiting for me. We three proceed to the parking lot. He asks, "Were you serious?" Hell yes", and I am not laughing when I reply. He says, "Well we were discussing it here and we are both quite intrigued by the idea, so we thought we'd approach you about it."I say, "Let's be certain what we mean here. You would let me watch. ” She let out a shrill of laughter, unaware of the mistake she had just made. She raised one eyebrow in expectation, and said “When I win this bet, you have to treat me to a day of anything I want to do, no exceptions.” I heaved out a sigh, and reluctantly agreed to the terms.* It was noon and Moriah had decided, since she won the bet- that she wanted to go to the square today. I called out to her, hoping to wake her up, but to my surprise she came in through the front door-and judging by her. Within a short period of time, Jonathan had escorted me to his rooms, where he allowed his hands even greater license. I continued to allow his advances, and in short order found myself deflowered.”“That was the scandal, that your husband-to-be took his husbandly privileges a bit early?”“Well, yes and no. I am sure that my parents, while they did not discuss this, were at least partially aware that Jonathan and I were more familiar with each other than was totally proper, but as you say, we. Is that clear, missy?" Yolanda asked."Yes, ma'am," replied Shanika."Good." Yolanda knocked on the door."Come, in," called Richards from inside. Yolanda opened the door and led the chained slave girl into the room. He sat in a leather upholstered chair behind a large wooden desk. There were two similar chairs in front of the desk, presumably for visitors, but he made no indication to the two black women to sit.Shanika stood in front of Mr. Richards desk as she had been instructed. He watched as.