After all, I was not working for them, I was working for the Company, who had leased me out as a security consultant. No politics involved. I might no... agree with the Chinese politics but I wasn’t in a position to argue with them.Sometime in the spring I was informed that Jia had arranged a two week holiday for us - for her, Pam and me. The idea was to visit her sister in Central China in mid-May. Once we had visited her we would go play tourist for a bit, and see the Great Wall and some other. I'd learned not to cry a long time ago. Not asking why took a little longer, but all of my questions went away eventually. That's what it is to be a slave. I was numb now, except in my dreams, and numbness is a thing you can't understand until you feel it. Until it consumes you. Becomes you."You go on television today." There was the clattering of a metal tray being shoved under the bars, kicked towards me so that the cold hard rice was caught and tumbled off to flake on the floor.I scrambled. He said, “Let’s go to my Penthouse on the top floor and let’s discuss there.”I followed him and we got into the lift. He was standing beside me and was looking at me from top to bottom. I wanted to excite him even more, so I bent down to fix my shoes and slowly touched my tight ass against his crotch. As I got up, I made sure, I gave his dick a nice rub over his pants.While feeling his dick with my ass, I could feel he was already rock hard. We finally reached the 69th floor and he welcomed me. When they heard the familiar clip-clop of her high heels across the honed limestone floor tile, they both turned to watch her erotic outline backlight against the afternoon sun. Her butt had a firm hard clench and un-clench to it when she walked. She did not flip and flop like the runway models. She looked like a tiger in high heels as she seemed to glide across the room.Mingh tried to hide her embarrassment now that she was aware of what the men were seeing. "Winkey, honey, why don't you show.