She’d seen it before, every time she came to the library. But those past times had been in the presence of others so she could never investigate it ...he way she really wanted to. It stood next to a porcelain lamp. The sweets case. A little box balanced on one of the stands beside the reading sofas. She knew it had sweets in it. She’d seen Sire Mastro take one in the past and pop it in his mouth, when he hadn’t known she was watching. But they weren’t for little girls, or so the housefolk said. . Wish they would say let’s fuck, or suck my cock or anything.But, I had to continue on because that is what Mistress Pam wanted. I knew one of the other Mistresses had written this one and I wondered how many of the other ones I would have to do. I don’t remember what they all were, but I have done some of them. I had to drink piss all day one time and now I am being treated like a dog.It was finally lunch time and I knew I would get fucked a lot. Especially since I am naked and everyone sees. She sat him in a chair placed in the middle of an otherwise empty room."Got the cash?"Ben pulled out three bills and gave them to the girl.She looked up at the video camera in the corner and walked around so that she was standing under it. "For an extra $100, you can do anything to me."There was no hesitation as Ben pulled his last hundred out of his wallet and gave it to her. The red light on the camera went off, and so did Ben. There was no strip show. There was no lap dance or foreplay.. All I could see in the little mental movie that made up that morning were her eyes. Later, when we had both subconsciously slunk to the floor to avoid the bullets, I, of course, noticed the rest of her. Her cleavage was showing as her body was pressed against the floor, and she made no effort to hide it. I think, even then, she felt the connection. She said much later that it had been me, not her, who saw her first and that it had been my eyes, equally as blue, that had made her so calm. I.