Music blared through the house as the brothers all milled around, talking, drinking or just lounging, along with a handful of girls, all black. Mine w...s the only white face in the house as far as I could see and I felt strange. The guy I was following pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number."Yo, dawg," he said into the phone. "There's a really fine lookin' white girl here askin' for ya. Better get ya black ass down here fast 'cause I'm thinkin' she needin' a nigga like me to protect her. He was not a man to bow down to anyone, but he found himself bowing down to Ms Rowena Beaumont.Michael was not a man to sit idly by, and do nothing when a loved one was possibly in danger, but then he had never had a loved one quite like Laurie, and he was not sure of the best way to handle things; and so, he found himself waiting – impatiently for the arrival of one Ms Rowena Beaumont.He walked around his apartment, switching on lights and drawing the blinds, and then he half-filled a glass. Then I noticed the red eyes and the puffy lids, signs of a sleepless night. She gave me a wan smile.She nodded at the pitcher of ice water. "Nice move. I wondered how you'd get out of it. She was determined to break you. For my sake, even if it meant having sex with you. Though I don't think the little scamp would have particularly minded doing it, at that. I'll have to remember that trick with the water. Messy, though." She nodded her head towards the corner. "Mop's in there."I looked over to. " Master replied. Tim smiled and immediately got out of hischair, turned around and lifted his skirt up around his waist. He bentover and leaned on the arm rest of his chair with one hand and reachedaround to pull aside his thong with the other. The base of the buttplugwas obvious. Being seen like this in any other situation would beabsolutely mortifying! But this was Master, Tim did not feel embarrassedor held back by inhibitions in his presence, even virtual presence.After all, Tim was a.