“Don’t worry. He hits like a bitch. I didn’t even get a bruise.”“Just because he’s a pussy don’t make it right.”“Water under the bri...ge. Now, where are we going tonight? And I need the key to your suite so I can unpack and freshen up.”She got a slightly embarrassed and concerned look on her face. “That is, if you, I mean...”That’s when I kissed her. When I let her up for air she grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes. Oh, and before we leave we’re getting together with Chris and Amy. He’s in a new. There was nothing left to do but pursue the eyes and whatever was behind them.My place at the bar was a regular one. I was regular too. The routine was always the same; cabernet, very rare steak, baked potato, and my favorite Caesar salad. I never had to order. I just had to show up and control the pace of the meal. I was a woman of routine. The eyes that were locked on to mine were not part of the routine. There was a very good chance that a new pace was taking shape and I was going to have. .. or she's a boy?" Cynthia laughed."That's no boy, it's my long-list sister Patricia!" "Mom! Is thisnecessary?" I blurted. "Well, sweetie, I believe you're the one who gotyour last pair of jeans covered with mud, so for today, it will beappropriate for us to refer to you as a girl, Patricia, since that's howyou look right now," mom said sternly, then more gently, "And quite good,don't worry, it will be fine." "OK, sorry, I know I messed up," I said,"I'm fine for today." Mom hugged me and said,. I like the youngest girl. She looks cute and I am waiting for the master to order me to fuck her. He had her last night. This group looks very tame and ready to be sold The master knows better. The fresh ones need to experience real sexual slavery while the experienced ones need a refresher course. The slave family is ordered to the courtyard kneel in front of a mating mat. I am ordered to lock a chain on seven of the family members. The only one I do not chain is the mother. She is smiling..