‘Jenifer’s got the biggest bedroom,’ Lisa said. ‘You’ll be comfy in here ’till I leave, then you’ll have my old room.’ We put my bags ...own on the floor. ‘The bathroom’s over here,’ she continued, pointing down the hall. ‘You got more bags?’ ‘A suitcase and a garment bag down in my car.’ ‘You parked on the street? Why don’t you move it around to the garage? You can use my card. My car’s in the shop and I won’t get it back before I move out, so you might as well park in my spot.’ ‘That’d be. "Look bitch, starting now you are the servant and we," I paused, snapping my fingers, "we are your Masters and Mistresses." Her eyes went big as three black slaves of hers entered the room. "W-w-what are you guys d-d-doing?" "Getting some white pussy," Jamal, one of the many slaves, said. "Don't you dare!" the ex-Master ordered, although he was helpless in his bed, paralyzed from the neck down, all he could do was verbally threaten us. "What?" She gasped. Jamal reached her and roughly pushed. ’ Instead of going to fetch her father she merely turned her head until it faced the general direction ofher parents’ bedroom. ‘Hey Dad! The plumber wants a word with you.’ ‘I could have done that myself.’ Danny said to her as Peter emerged from, the bedroom and walked down the hallway, his tie looped around his neck as he finished buttoning his shirt. Peter was forty years old but his tall slim body still retained its athletic appearance despite him not having been involved in any form of. ’ ‘Whatever turns them on’, I said, ‘Now, whereis it, this beachhouse, do you have the keys?’. ‘No need, Dave, the place is isolated, Mandy’s boyfriend owns it, and the locals know better than to go near it or touch anything. Mandy’ gone to some sort of concert with him this weekend up-country, and won’t be back until early Monday morning, apparently.’ ‘Fair enough’, I replied. Karen handed me a hand-drawn map, check it out with the local map and find it is a good 2 hour drive up by the beach..