Now it is time to feed you and make you relax for the evening. I have dinner ready now, Master." Hi, buttercup. I'm tired. Ready to eat. Let me wash u.... What's this about a master?" It is about a game we shall play tonight. Okay? Let us eat and we shall talk about it."So I went in and washed up and then we dined. She was learning to cook American food, but she still liked to prepare something familiar from her youth. I learned to like Mediterranean and North African style cooking. I had always. She'll love it!"Stewart went and got a belt, then came back to the bed. And now it was the belt that he was whipping Susan's bare ass with. Again and again the leather came down against her satiny-smooth ass, as Stewart swung that belt. Susan's ass was getting redder and redder. And the nude young woman was getting more and more turned on. She was wiggling her ass like crazy. Her big tits were jiggling up and down."Oh, yeah, give it to me good!" Susan groaned. "Come on, give it to me! Oh, God,. They put on their robes and went out. As they went to the dining area the found a very disconsolate Meria sitting there.Tom walked over to her, "What's the matter?" he asked placing his hand on her cheek."She won't let me join in. It's not fair, we sit here, waiting, never knowing if you're going to come back. We do all the planning, the preparation, and what do we get? She comes back trough the portal and jumps him like a wild animal. I don't even get a look in. I've got needs as well you. Then, as we’re moving through the gathering on the floor below the mezzanine, a black-haired girl grabs Lucie’s arm. ‘This is my friend Poppy,’ Lucie says to me, her mouth close to my ear to get herself heard. It’s a surprise, and not at all welcome. I realise the girl could identify me at a later date. If there’s some kind of investigation she can point me out on the CCTV. My life, such as it is, could quickly unravel. I have a brief flash of longing for the old days, before technology made.