If you meant what was it before you made me your slave, it was Paisley Alison Simmons. My last name was going to be Martin, but you rescued me from my...lying, cheating, asshole of a fiance.”“That was a precise answer. Let’s hope our contestants can be that precise. Do you care to ask the first question?”I hand her an envelope. She opens it and reads the paper inside. “What is another word for a lexicon?”You can see the frustration in some of the girl’s faces. Others are quickly scribbling. "You spoke out of turn earlier, that will merit correction tonight howeverwhat you told me was special. That in all of the pain and lust yourthoughts were of jealousy that you could not have me. For this you haveearned an additional credit. Now Jessica before that silly sissy brain ofyours wonders to thinking that you can simply charm your way to morepoints I will never award a credit again for a duplicate of a special actthat you have shown." You have only a single additional reward remaining. She came up behind me and whispered, “You’re cute. You’re naked all day at work and you are fussing about being covered.”I looked at her in mirror, “In public feels very different.” She smiled and I wondered what she really had in mind for the club.A club house on a late Saturday morning is largely populated by men ending their games or enjoying the atmosphere of the game and competition. It is also a highly charged location to be wearing the outfit Mrs. Cornell had me dressed in. Sitting. “That man bothering you?” It was Jake, voice like a bass fiddle.“No, no. Just wouldn’t pay my price.” I’d prepared.He raised an eyebrow, grunted and retreated with the twenty I’d left on the bar. I saw Jake talking to my target and him looking at me. He smiled, nice smile actually. I smiled back, recrossed my legs. Alex always said I had a pair of legs that went right up to my ass. Yeah, stupid expression, but I knew what she meant. I’d also spent all my spare time the last week or so in a.