And, so, she went on with a pierced lip smile. Her friendship with Stew remained the same as did her job at the bookstore. The days moved by and reac...ed into months. Or course she thought about the author and at moments, she wondered if he thought about her. Was he writing his book that ‘starred’ her? Had he finished his painting that was of her? Would her image join the wall with the other painted women? Would her photos be displayed somewhere in his loft apartment? Or, perhaps, he had found. Regina glimlachte en vroeg, "Heb ik wat gestimuleerd bij je?" Ik kreeg een rood hoofd en zei," Dat kun je wel zeggen." Ik had een stijve in mijn onderbroek. Maar omdat deze nog niet helemaal naar beneden was, was alleenmijn schaamhaar zichtbaar. Regina zei, "we gaan gewoon verder." Ik zei, "ok."Ze masseerde nu mijn heup van voren, terwijl ze altijd meer via mijn lies naar mijn schaamhaar kwam. Ik zei niets en liet het gewoon allemaal gebeuren. Maar mijn stijfheid werd er niet minder om.Ik keek. The Captain picked up our clothes and told us to do without for the rest of the evening and retired to her quarters while both Tabatha and I got cleaned up in the showers and then eagerly shared the extra Ginger Rum I was entitled to.Over the Rum, I asked Tabatha about her chat with the Captain earlier and she shook her head.'The Captain told us not to tell you', Tabatha told me, her face grinning.'What?!''The Captain told us not to tell you what was said. She knew you would ask one of. "Heard you didn't eat," he said, looking at her.Cassandra just hung her head down, her long blonde hair obscuring her face."I really don't care if you eat or not. But, this I can promise you: if you eat something, then I can guarantee that you will spend the night with your fellow slave. Would you like that, number 2?"Sandy looked up, a spark of hope lighting up her face. She nodded her head."Okay, slave, let's get that gag out of your mouth and something in to your belly."Master undid the.