He had ordered me to wear themost masculine clothes i had, so i chose a flannel shirt, jeans and workboots. When i had walked in, a Vietnamese woman ...ad asked me what iwanted, and i told her everything Master had commanded that i get done.She looked at me in disbelief, asking in a thick accent if i was somekind of faggot or something."Yes, ma'am," i had said loudly enough so that everyone in the salonlooked at me, knowing that Master would want me to debase myself byproclaiming to everyone in. ” He gives a wide grin as he nods vigorously, which I take as an indication he’ll get it looked into.There’s twenty-one of us plus guards. Dad and his two slaves: Dee and Mai; my three girlfriends: Lia, Kath, and Debbie; my eleven slaves: Sharon, Liz, Belle, Diane, Dawn, Denise, Makha, Mayu, Kira, Nadia, and El; our three extra child guests: Jon, Amy, and Fred; and me. With two work crews here today we’ll be well under foot for them. We need to get out and about, but with safety and security. I. We sat back, and I shook my head at him. "That's a week's lunches," I murmured."Your feet are worth it," he retorted, and we laughed quietly. "Plus, Riverlight is a bit of a walk from Waterloo, and those shoes, while pretty, are likely instruments of torture. You're hardly going to enjoy the evening if your feet are in agony." You're spoiling me," I protested."Nonsense," he replied. "You're my cousin, and I decree that you shall travel in comfort."I snuggled back into the faux leather seat, and. Luckily our house was at the curve in the cul de sac and our back yard was bordered by a ravine for rain water run off. In other words no one could easily see the back of our house, so I eased up the window and helped Daniel into my room. Daniel said nothing to me as he walked over to the door and grabbed the knob. I had no ideal what he was about to do as he looked at me and the light from the TV illuminated his face. We both looked at each other for a long minute before Daniel slowly.