She went down on her knees, bowed her head, and waited to be recognized."What is it my pet? Speak up dear Annie." Master, if it would please you, I wa... wondering. I mean, I was thinking. Would my Master enjoy watching another man use me? Remember, Master, when we escaped on the boat to France? How the crew men used me? I think my Master enjoyed that. If it pleases you, Master, I enjoyed it too. I know I am a slut. I am sorry if you are displeased with me. I will be quiet and let you read."It. She never returned from her last search trip.I dressed. No way I was getting any sleep before I got some answers. I was in Palestine, not the Bermuda Triangle. People simply did not disappear.I had just finished dressing and putting things in their pockets when the room's door came crashing in.It really annoyed me when people did that. "Hey! Didn't anybody ever teach you to knock???" Not for the bitch sluts of traitors they didn't."Ooooh, they are soooooo dead. Maybe they haven't died yet. But. Then she bent her neck and took my right nipple between her lips and sucked it, her hands running over my arse. I laid a hand in her ash blonde hair and caressed her. ‘You might have said.’ She made no reply, no apology, no explanation. She’d said all she was going to, so take it or leave it. She unzipped my trousers. I was naked underneath and that seemed to get her a bit fired up because she pushed the pants down and dropped to her knees as she did so, placing her mouth firmly on my mound and. Seymour's raspy voice spoke quietly in her ear, and she realized that she'd broken the house rules about violence and struggled to get loose from the bouncer's hands."Okay Maya! You know the rules, either you take it to the ring or you leave the club and don't come back for a month," the bouncer said with a wide smile on his shiny black face.Maya knew that she'd put herself in hot water by striking a fellow patron, but she complained anyway. "That bozo knocked my beer out of my hand and all.