"what is the meaning of this?" I asked, not totally sure in which character I was supposed to stay."Master Gary," Mary said meekly, in a voice I had n...ver heard her use before, "may this worthless slave speak?" Speak!" I commanded, choosing the character into which Mary cast me."Master Gary," she asked, still in her little girl's voice, "would you please do this worthless slut the honor of accepting her as your slave on a trial basis?" Clarify!" I said."Please accept this slut and train her as. Did you find one?" I did, and I didn't." I don't follow," Jessica said as Walter brought the Planter's Punch over from the bar and handed them out, then sat next to Jessica."Oh, sorry, I should have told you the news right off." News? What news?" Jessica asked, nervously."I've got this place on Wrightsville Beach." She went on to tell the couple that her Aunt Emily had passed away and left her the house."It's always better to own than to rent," Walter said, without thinking."Oh, well ... I. " You know about booth babes, huh?" Susan asked."Oh yeah. Been to a couple of trade shows."Susan kept on. "We don't hire booth babes. One show, Cindy and Nikki were there at the booth. A slinky blonde certified booth babe came over, asked Cindy which agency she worked for, said that the 'nerd girl' look was a neat angle and the red hair was gonna put 'er out of business." Nooo." Ah, yes ... I am Cindy the Nerd Girl." We are, you know," Kim said. "There's a certain segment of manhood that finds. Her feet had come up off the floor, held down onlyby the clenching of metal and leather. She saw his head bend downward and thetension eased. She pulled herself upward onto the slanted table, her sandalsscrabbling for a hold on smooth end. But then her legs were yanked apart againand she felt her master locking each ankle restraint to the extended eyeboltson each side of the table.He returned to the wall, eyeing the numerous whips and crops that hung likethe strange tableau of a maniacal.