I kept glancing at Erica, and she was staring at me with a strange expression. I saw a rivulet of wetness run down the inside of her leg, either her j...ices or mine. She felt it and swiped at it, then left the room, I assumed to go clean up. And Helen never suspected a thing. Erica, over the next few days, didn’t act any differently toward me. I didn’t know what to do. Did she resent me now, or hate me, or did she want to do it again? I didn’t know what to do. A week after the incident, when I. She was absolutely spot-on in both cases but it seemed China took no offense and I saw him eyeing her generous boobs more than once during dinner.I looked carefully at Mrs. Mahmoud after dinner and saw all the telltale signs of a female with her belly satisfied and now with her inner core of desire seeking male flesh as dessert for her itchy needs. Thank Allah I had secured the services of China to meet that overwhelming demand that could only end one way.The call on my cell phone gave me the. She's not really been worth a name beforenow." Armand's heart sank. It was a mark of his position, even withthe lowliest rank of slave, that he hadn't been given a name.Even Lilianne the temporary slave had a name... "Well, just for tonight, to make things easier for you andVella here, I'll give her a name." She rested a finger on hisforehead, tilting his head up so their eyes met. "Your name is... Amanda." Armand blinked as his heart sank.Another stupid joke by that damned Lila! He blinked. As they craned their necks upward, Tommy took the chance to look them over. Jamie had switched into a light, yellow dress, very innocent looking with a reasonable neckline and loose wide skirt, innocent except she had nothing on underneath, and the wide, loose skirt was easy to get up over her waist. Even after the night’s activities she had managed to get her flaring blonde hair all sorted out in the feathery style he liked. Christina’s shoulder length, black hair was a mess, giving her a.