“I don’t,” Persia says with a snide grin. I'm so confused. Persia is slipping her hands under my shirt again. Amber is behind her, Desire is kis...ing my neck. All of this is happening too fast. People I know are watching. People I have to go to school with are going to see this. “What Persia likes and doesn’t like isn’t important. She does what she is told,” Amber says. “Why?” “Because we own her.” “You do?” “Yes.” “Like a slave?” “Like a plaything.” “And...” Desire moves around me, “I’ll own. When finished, Tess had four pairs of shorts, ten tops, three pairs of jeans, two pairs of sneakers, a pair of pumps, a pair of flats, two pairs of high heels, two sundresses, and two church dresses, even if Tess didn’t go to church. She also had pussy juice-soaked exercise shorts.They’re already saturated with pussy juices, so a little more won’t make a difference, right?Placing the sleeping April on the center of my bed and surrounding her with pillows, I slipped over to the toy drawer to. The captain gave me some paper money to spread about as I saw fit.Most of the locals I came across in that hilly country near the border between the Carolinas were poor farmers although I did see a few big homes with rows of slave shanties back in the woods. Some folks had already suffered from raiding parties and scavengers of various stripes and were now hunkered down in December, hoping for an early spring. They were not exactly unfriendly, but I did not get invited to many suppers or places. “Is that what men talk about at the hardware store? I’d often wondered.”“I overheard it,” he said in his defence, “Christ, I don’t even know if it’s true or not.”“Well let’s go find out shall we,” she said, “See if we can bust someone we know.”He looked at her smiling face and she rose her eyebrow, “And if there’s no one there,” she winked seductively. “We have a perfectly comfy bed at home,” Marcus said, “Why would you want to do it in the car?”“Well you know,” she unbuttoned the top button of.