." the voice answered hesitantly, "Let me put it this way, have you ever felt really good about anything ... oh, wait a second. You don't remember. OK... let me put it this way. The human body is capable of intense feelings. Feeling tired, feeling hot, feeling good ... uh ... what I can do is ... uh ... we can amplify certain feelings. I can ... uh ... cause something like a feedback loop that makes those feelings feed on themselves until the person can't take it any more and goes unconscious.". "Later. Busy. I will call you, don't call me." Fuck." Lyla thought, she shut her phone down and finished the glass before quickly pouring another. **************************Lyla had finished the bottle when she remembered that she was supposed to wake Sunni. She staggered slightly into the bedroom, it was dark, the air was dense bar the rotating fan beside the bed. She almost gasped with the blessed relief that came when it oscillated towards her.She looked down on her sleeping housemate and. “You know when I was a slave to Master Drummond and his family he kept me in a chastity cage, a very tight one before I was sent here to teach,” she told him.“What did you do wrong to get that punishment?” George’s quip was meant to be a good natured joke and Mrs. Garrett smiled. Her position at the school was a reward for a lifetime of committed slavery but she was still not entirely safe from re-evaluation herself.“I always found ways that his two adopted black sons could play with me,” the. He knew she was untrustworthy, he knew he had to let her know he no longer loved her. Before they were married, he wanted to have the pleasure to service his ‘new bride’, but that has all changed.Jerry went to the Concierge and said, “don’t take this personal, nothing to do with you being black.” He asked, “How much would it cost to get two, or more, young, well hung black men to fuck the hell out of Robin for the entire night?” “Really?” asked the Concierges, “I know some friends that love.