"Helen had lost whatever inhibitions she'd had ordering her black slavegirl to do her bidding.Shanika complied, spreading her legs as wide as she coul... as she heardanother knock on the door."Stay like that," ordered Helen, who left the bedroom, closing thedoor behind her.Shanika heard muffled voices followed by the outer door closing.Immediately the bedroom door opened."It was just the champagne, but John will be here soon," she said,thoughtfully inspecting the slave girl, her most private. He explained that he had been married, but that his wife had left him some years before, and they had totally lost contact - not even a Christmas Card. It was his fault, he said, he had just been too busy with developing his career, and he had neglected her shamefully, so it came as no surprise when he came home one Sunday after a symposium to find a terse note. When he looked, her car was no longer in the garage, and her clothes were all gone, so he guessed that that was that. His parents were. Jim then woke me out of my trance and I didn't feel much different than when I was under. I still felt a bit strange, but I also noticed I no longer felt that relaxing feeling that I usually felt when I awoke from a trance. Instead, there was a new emotion in there, something that I hadn't felt in a long time.I looked around. Something seemed very different. I frowned, not being able to put my finger on it. I shook my head a few times.Jim looked concerned. "Shirley, what's wrong?" I ... I don't. Elaine tested Clyde's potential weakness by treating him to some 'behind the scenes' situations, as well as to those open to all the guests that day. He was taken to the rear of the stables following the dressage; whilst the other members of the public swarmed in the main stable to look at how the horses were looked after, Elaine took him through a door which he'd seen several of the haughty riding mistresses go through already; within the obviously outwardly dominant women were tended to by.