"Oh, I'll make you cum soon enough. And then you'll just adore frigging your sweet little pussy for me whenever we're alone." Is that what you wanted ...e for?" Heather said, her tone challenging but shaky.Ms. Bendon raised a finger. "Remember who I am. Use the proper title of respect." I'm sorry, Ms. Bendon." Try again."Anger and despair both flashed in Heather's eyes. "I'm sorry, Mistress." Better. No, that is not all I want of you. You -- and I am sure, your fellow Harbingers -- have. ’ I laughed right in her face. I knew I shouldn’t, but I just couldn’t help myself. Hell, I had the temper to go with my red hair, and it isn’t bottled, thank you. People in a bubble around us stared at the growing confrontation with mixed expressions of interest and amused horror. Either this didn’t happen very often or it happened a lot. ‘I’m not here to model for anyone,’ I said contemptuously. ‘I have better things to do with my life and my time. Not to mention a hell of a lot more. We kept on seeping slowly and kept on walking to a lone area.Actually, by the time quite a bit of time was spent and the pill started working on her and so did vodka over me. She complained me of some uneasiness and I showed her cottage of the gate keeper. I told her as he is on duty in the gate, there were no chances of him coming at that time. She was reluctant but thought short rest might help her feel good, but only I knew the reality.We went in through the back door, which was loosely. Dingvali had got the distinct impression that the ‘offer’ of Verisa as his bed fellow was not entirely optional. He was surprised to be told he had to satisfy his black slave – “uhh, no, she is free and she is doing you a favour. You do her one too!” He wasn’t even sure how to satisfy a black woman. The generally held view was that they were a lesser, more animal species. The fact that she was clearly as intelligent as him, as capable as him, and with wider skills than him; all that was.