”“Slave Connie, do you remember my friend Jenny?”“Yes, Ma’am, I do. Prettiest African-American girl I’ve ever met.”“Slave Connie, Jenn... prefers ‘black’”“Yes, Ma’am. Prettiest black girl I’ve ever met.”“Thank you, Slave Connie. That was sweet. Are you really a slave?”“Yes, Ma’am. If Mistress Colleen asks me to serve you, I will.” Colleen nodded.“Give Charlie and a towel to his father and...” I interrupted.“No towel. I’ll take him back in. Thanks.” Charlie and I went back in and watched.“Fine.. My mother was doing well and my shoulder was responding well to the physical therapy. The more I took physical therapy the more I knew that part of the recruiting process for them was to ensure that they were masochists. Lily, however, was still something of a paradox. She was a beautiful woman and the great sex we had that one night had really enthralled me, but ever since she had been cold and unapproachable. She had told me she wanted nothing to do with me. Cindy, meanwhile, was turning out. When all he did was slowly, teasingly, untie her legs, letting them fall back down onto the bed, she began to get a sense that his torture, his use of her, was not over.Unable to touch herself, to bring herself to completion again, unless she was willing to risk his wrath, she wondered, idly, if he meant that only she could not touch her sex... ‘Could he? Could that damn machine? Or... ‘Kimber was a sight lying on the bed like that, spread, shaved and totally aroused. A serious temptation, and. Before he could make her cum, she was replaced by the next young woman who smiled as Dan moved out from under the table.“Wish I could have service like that,” she grinned.“Maybe I can help you next time,” Heather offered. “Or my Dan could eat your pussy like he did for me.”“I’d like that, both ways,” she smiled. Heather had Dan go back under the table and briefly enjoyed the taste of this girl’s pussy.Dan led Heather by the hand back to their table. He made the introductions then took off her.