I steel myself and deliberately don’t flinch. ?Very good,? she purrs, ?we’ll see if you’re so brave when it’s your own blood.? A...astasia leads me unceremoniously through the dungeon and into a large room lined with cages, stacked on top of each other. It reminds me of an animal shelter. No strays start barking at us however. She flicks the lights on. Harsh industrial fluorescents come on over head. I can see now that most of the cages are full. A male slave lounges in. Would be like old times. I have a big bed, promise not to bite." Feels like at least a 'one dog night'."Glad to be your dog tonight."I gave her directions and she promised to call if she got lost.There was a knock on the door and I flipped on the ceiling light. I opened the door, standing a little behind it to shield myself from the cold. I didn't even take time to look at her, the wind was howling, filling the place up with icy cold air."Get your sweet little frozen ass in...." I didn't finish. That night as we ate dinner about midnight they had an honest talk with the girls about everything including their backgrounds, sexual experiences, and where they had learned the things that they knew. The girls were quite well versed in a variety of things such as music, dance, and art. Some could sing and play a musical instrument, some could cook, and some could sew costumes. They were all educated to our high school level and a few to our college level. They could all speak Japanese,. Now Jerry was on the phone to discuss the results.Maggie laughed. “I think you could say that.”“When Mike got back he was foaming at the mouth,” he told her. “Said you’d pretty much ordered him off the premises before he could—”“Oh, balls, Jerry,” she cut him off. “The kid was full of himself, thought he’d invented sliced bread. Then his stuff bombed, and he got all into a huff and started taking it out on me and Minacou and everything else but what the problem was, which is his set-up. Minacou.