As we ate, I talked with those around me, answering questions about America, my upbringing, how I’d met Amber. I watched the other girls as I ate an... talked. They all seemed so at ease with this situation. Clearly it was part of dinner to play and tease those around you. Fingers and necks were being licked and nibbled. Hands disappeared under the table and more than one fork was dropped. It was a truly erotic scene and they all acted like nothing unusual was going on. I wondered how soon it. If he comes back you can tell him I am here but not my room number.”“He’s still here. He’s sitting outside the hotel on a public bench. Security are still watching him.”“Thank you. Your name?”“Roland,”“Roland. Invite him back in. What’s your most expensive restaurant?”““The Golden Spinning Wheel, Madame.”“Make reservations for two. What time do you open?”“Six.”“Perfect. However, I repeat, on no account tell him my room number. If the dinner is good and he is conciliatory I might invite him back. ..or with anyone. "Read it so the whole class can hear," He said and smiled. He began pulling his belt through his belt loops."Yes, Sir," I said. I had to. I read:Sometimes I imagine J spanking my ass with a belt. I was never spanked that way as a child and maybe that is why I crave it. Sometimes before I go to bed, I imagine him making me stand against the wall..."Get up and stand against the wall. Bring the book with you," he told me. "Keep reading." I did as he told. I faced the wall and. Albert was fucking Mr. Smith’s slave girl. Each man had already come at least twice that afternoon and they were all still ready to go! After several minutes the men each stiffened as they came in or on the girls they were forcing themselves on.Mr. Smith rose from his chair as Betty wiped his come from her chin.?Friends! It is time to risk your slaves in our devilish drawing. I have placed the stones into the bag,? Mr. Smith hefted the bag rattling the smooth tokens within. ?Everyone.