“We’re shitty with men, aren’t we?” I said, trying to stop the sobbing, she nodded her head in reply. Becka raised her head and looked at me,...her face inches from mine. I’d always known she fancied me, but I had never felt that way, still didn’t…but it couldn’t hurt could it, just trying it out. I didn’t have a chance to think as she firmly planted her lips against mine. I sat there stunned, then as I slowly came to my sense about what was happening, Becka pulled away, her eyes looked at me. Honey ignored me while I cleaned up. I tried to get her attention and share in one of our side jokes. We frequently made each other laugh when we were cleaning houses together. There was something thrilling about sharing the humiliations together that made them infinitely more bearable.Yet, Honey wouldn’t even look up at me. She reminded me of a prize pig with her huge tits pressed to the tile floor as she scrubbed on her knees.“What is that thing in your butt?” one of her little brothers asked. In short it was the perfect location for what they were trying to do, catering to both ends of the spectrumThe flagship of the centre, at least to the outside vanilla world, was the restaurant. It had an exclusive, members only entrance and you needed the up to date password to enter which changed on a regular basis. There was often talk of a secret menu , or those off the menu specials but for all most people knew that was all it was, talk, although there was a separate VIP menu that was. Then his face cleared in understanding. “Oh, yes! An answer.”Samuel grunted and looked around. “I have been thinking and praying. I must ask you to be patient a little longer.”With that, Samuel turned and walked away. Charity watched him go. Only a lifetime of training to contain and conceal her emotions prevented her from showing her frustration. She shook her head and went to find Ezekiel.Samuel walked down to the bank of the river and stared at the swirling water, hoping for a sign from.