'Mom, we were just talking about music and stuff" Amanda said still adjusting her clothes."Amamda, just get out of here NOW" she said sternly. We both...went to leave when Amanda's Mom looked at me and said "You stay put Mr"I was really screwed now I thought. She looked at me like I had robbed a bank."What's your name?" She asked. "Jackson" I yelped. "Well Jackson, I know what you were doing, do you think I'm stupid?" "I was young once too" She came closer.and placed her hand on my jeans right. She also for the first time since they had started playing these games together felt ashamed. She felt ashamed at how she was about to treat the man she loved tonight in front of all these people. She loved working with them all and yes she loved fucking them but no longer at the cost of her marriage. She had never taken the time to think about the weight or burden that was on Steve’s shoulders over what he had accepted. She had always thought he loved everything even the toasts at the parties.. "Well worth what she cost. Oliver, show her where she is to stay and teach her what her duties will be."Greg fast-forwarded her memories through the months that followed, watching as she served her master's sexual and other needs, and those of his guests, both male and female, singly and in groups. Her last memory of the island was of the day when she annoyed her master by spilling a drink in his lap... "Go away, damnit! Get out of here, you stupid bitch. Go on, get lost!"Fleeing in terror from. "Rafael Girarde barely moved; he studied this voluptuous girl who had given birth to the child both he and his wife had come to think of as their very own, the child they had purchased from a drunken doctor without benefit of legal documents because his barren wife's past narcotic history was a matter of record, and enough to destroy any possibility of proper adoption. It'd had been little Igat's entry into their family that had made the Madame's recovery from her addiction possible, not that.