“what’s your name bitch” “Dee” WRONG!! again I slapped her hard.“Sorry Denise” WRONG!! again I slapped her face.Puzzled Dee looked confu...ed, she whimpered “ I don’t understand”I looked at her red face again I asked her “what’s your name Bitch”.Quiet for a couple of seconds Dee whispered “Whore, my name is Whore”“good Bitch, from now on you are going to be my personal whore do you understand?”With eyes lowered, Dee nodded her head.“look at me”Dee raised her head to look into my eyes “yes I. We were locked in a visual joust, one where the prize of an illicit sexual encounter was at stake, 'Strange', I thought, 'I wanted him as much as he needed me', I was horny and my husband never picked up on my vibes, but this man did, so my pussy was his to fuck.I uncrossed my legs, he looked beneath my table, I let them part sufficiently, revealing my stockings and the warm flesh above their tops, my heart was pounding, I needed the sex and ached to feel him go into me, so I turned and. . pened ... pened ... ed...”“I ... don’t ... know,” Al mentally panted, trying to regain his mental equilibrium. His thoughts also echoed.“Are we meshed?” Mac asked, also echoing, but less so.“What ... did you ... do?” Caleb haltingly demanded of the computer, still gasping for breath. The echo had faded more, but was still present.“I encapsulated the memory addresses for the three of us, and combined them at the quantum level,” Mac replied reasonably. “Are we meshed?” he asked again.Caleb and. Stationed at either side of the silver-accented, golden double doors were black, silver, and gold liveried doormen. Valets greeted each vehicle to arrive, ushering out the guests with grand ceremony. A maitre d' greeted each guest and arranged for their baggage to be taken inside by a small legion of bellhops zipping to and fro around the silver-haired gentleman, all of them liveried as well.When our small convoy drove up to the carport, our security guys jumped out before anyone could open.