I love men who lust me, I love to show off my body to them and I love it when they go mad to have sex with me. You definitely know I am a slut, and I ...now you want me to be your slut, so come be my master from tonight.”“You bitch! Come be your brother’s whore and take your brother to heaven and beyond.” I held her neck tightly and made her sit like a dog. My cock was again hard, and along with some saliva as lubricant, I slid it slowly in Naina’s tight asshole. She screamed loudly until my cock. And the flattery. Very nice! Champagne? She looked up. On the night table beside the bed was an ice bucket, holding a bottle of Moet & Chandon. Beside the bucket was a single champagne flute. Picture? Did he say picture? Maddy’s mind whirled. Her body rippled with nervous excitement. Nice touch, she thought. Whatever Barrin was up to he was doing a good job of trying to convince her that he'd actually found a stranger to make love to her. Yet she didn’t think he'd let some guy she didn’t even. But the accusation—phony though it was—served to place her much closer to the reality of an even lower class of people than she ever wanted to be a part.“Who would pay for it when I’ve given it out for free so many times?”A tear did run down her cheek and, handcuffed as she was, she was powerless to wipe it away.She asked herself if she hadn’t given it to Bubba in return for a free ride through New England in his truck, or even to Junior for free drinks and the privilege of saying that she had. That’s going to give us a little break later in the day, driving off to fill them back up.Lena wasn’t nearly as tentative at the tractor’s controls today. She and I finished erasing the first building. We had a big pile of debris to burn, a few timbers that might make us a few dollars, and some interesting artifacts of the place’s past life as a farm – old bottles, cans, tools, all of which are worth something to somebody.We went to work on the second pile, another outbuilding, using the same.