I was relieved that Terrill was leaving. It may have been that Nathan was just breaking me in slow, but it seemed to me that he was worse when Terrill...was around.Nathan finished his coffee and I followed him to the laundry room where the clothes I had washed last night were hanging. I noticed when we entered that there was still a smell of urine in the room.I stood out of the way while Nathan selected another skirt for me to wear. This one was bright red and split all the way up to the belt on. The next morning, a new rule was proposed, perhaps needlessly, by Jake - the ‘Family Heirlooms Rule’. It decreed that family members, up to and including first cousins, aunts and uncles, of either competitor could be “looked at but never handled”. Though history was unlikely to repeat itself, Jake felt this rule would act as a concrete safeguard against unnecessary family strife and tension between the friends.“Probably just as well,” Beth joked, biting into her croissant, “Ed’s been giving me. Legends say the women of Guadeloupe are forged in earth by fire, quenched in perfection by salt water. She is a masterpiece from the volcanoes of her land. Black eyes on black skin on black soul. A wild witch born from a sulfur pit. A barren moon in the Parisian night. Her nudity is a dance, a mad trance. Your eyes waltz from her shoulders to the gorge between her breasts. Breathless, you climb her polished skin. Her erect nipples are gems of jet stone. From their sharp edges you fall past her. Mistress Dee reentered the room, “Wash the floor you two, and get all the soap and dirt in to the drain.” They did as directed and left the room.“Well, well, well, my little fuck toy. I wasn’t sure you would actually show up. You have made me happy now let’s make sure you don’t disappoint my guests.” Mistress Dee grabbed my balls pulling me up almost off the blocks, “You would never disappoint my guests would you, slave?” “No, never Mistress Dee!” I croaked as she pulled harder and smiled..