Mistress Melinda’s shoulders slumped. “I’m dead anyway,” she said flatly as she turned to aim at the chef.I screamed “NO!” and dove to tac...le her.It wasn’t until I was on top of her on the ground that I could see the bright silver Volkov Kollar around her throat. “Clear,” I said loudly, as I pushed her weapon over onto the grass. And then even more loudly, I yelled to the other Masters and Mistresses, “Help me get her into the display tent! Now!”Without knowing why I wanted it, they hurried to. ‘I was gonna wait for a while, but I can’t. You got a good looking pussy and I need a woman bad. Gets damn lonely up in these hills by myself. And I get damn tired of jacking off all the fucking time.’ He stripped off his jeans the rest of the way and walked around to the side of the bed. ‘You got a nice looking mouth, you think you can take him without choking to death?’ ‘I think I can try.’ Hell, I was drooling at the idea of having that big hunk of meat in my mouth and tasting him. I was. William and his family are from rural China - though William called himself a 'banana', first generation to be born in the West and was more 'white' than 'yellow'. His parents, though, always revered and reminisced about their history. I guess they didn't pass this honour down to their only son.I threw my spring jacket by the door and smelled the delicious spices that permeated through the house - alien, but delightful. I had been invited to the Yang house many times in the ten years I've known. What was I doing here? Like this? I could feel the coolair like icy fingers on my mostly-naked flesh, and even worse, thestares and giggles of the folks in the crowd seemed like a physicaltouch, like fingers caressing the vast expanse of pink woman-flesh I wasshowing as I jiggled across the room, increasing my confusion and self-consciousness as I minced up to Monica--who was sitting with another man!"Hello Sweets." She smiled. "Meet Rod!"Rod was a tall, muscular, successful-looking man (much.