I was the only white person in sight. I looked around."Do you want to go out?" A nice looking black girl came up and asked me."No thank you." I answer...d. I didn't think I had enough money in my pocket anyway.I wandered around the corner to a bar. I stepped in. It seemed all eyes were on me."What can I get you?" The barkeep asked."A Guinness, please." I answered.There was a bit of laughter and then he spoke."How about a Bud, Bud?"I ordered a Bud and sat there quietly. I felt uneasy, as I was the. " If you are sure, Fifty," Jo says, caringly.I nod. "Yes," I say, "quite sure." In which case, there needs to be a change of behaviour. No more masturbating!"I'm surprised by this, but I know I have to accept what Jo says. "No Mistress." Unless of course, you are specifically directed to by one of the staff. You will carry out any such sexual acts with the other slaves as you are directed. You will make your mouth, vagina and arse available, as required. You are the sexual property of your. . legal waiver,” Rosa presented Monica with the usual lawyerly boilerplate form about non-litigation, etc.“Of course,” Monica easily agreed, just wanting to get this done, to rip off her hang-ups, fears, anguish, angst, guilt, remorse, anger, etc. like a bandage.“Please be seated. Dr. Edwards will be with you shortly. His nurse will call you by name,” Rosa directed a jittery, quaking Monica to a seat in the waiting room after she paid the fee.It honestly looked just like a normal waiting room. ‘You didn’t give me enough time,’ Melinda reminded him. Mark opened his eyes, and found himself staring into Melinda’s dark blue eyes. Mark began to thrust gently, keeping his eyes on Melinda’s, hoping he didn’t hurt her. Melinda smiled slightly and lifted her hips to meet his. Mark took things slow for as long as he could, he could feel the energy in her body changing, he could feel her muscles tightening around him. ‘You’re beautiful,’ Mark whispered, picking up the pace. Melinda moaned,.