The rose colored flush deepened the rich brown skin tone of her face and chest. She lowered her eyes in order to breathe. It was impossible for her to...look her master in the eye and say what she needed to say. "I would be less reluctant to entertain you and your guests with my body. I would take a more active role in activities that would have me shunned by the people of my village." She feels guilty because she enjoys being used a sex object," Reiko offered. "Isn't that right, pretty. I turned my head but saw nothing beyond the blinding white halo of the spotlights.I pulled the chair into the center of the pedestal and sat down. “How do you want me, baby doll?” I asked into the darkness, intentionally lowering my voice to a sexy, slow drawl and tacking on the endearment just to lay it on thick.There was no answer for a full minute. I almost thought she might have left.“You are at home,” she said eventually instead of giving me proper directions.I rolled my eyes. Okay, now. ‘With you on our team, they wouldn’t have a chance.’ ‘Not likely to happen. Don’t have a girlfriend.’ I added. ‘What about Trish?’ another asked. ‘She’s available. We gotta get you on our side. There’s the preacher, he can do the job.’ I grinned at the joke, and then it dawned on me she and I were holding hands. Nothing more needed to be said but I opened my mouth anyway. ‘Not this year. That’d be too soon.’ Trish squeezed my hand. ‘Yikes’ I thought. It was time for the milking, so Edith called. Get her ready so I can fuck her.” Lance said.Carrie stopped choking Della. Della's face was a mess. Both eyebrows were cut. There was a cut under right cheekbone. Just to be a petty bastard, Lance had Carrie spit in Della's face and call her a bitch one more time.There was a look Della gave Carrie. Lance had nothing to do with it. It was pure and natural. It was a look of deep, dark to the point of being black, boiling hatred. “Give me a good show, Carrie.”Carrie slid down Della's.