“Pour yourself some wine and drink.” It was heady stuff, unwatered. When Gretchen and the other slaves drank, it was more water than wine. “Have...more,” he said when she had finished the cup. His hands covered her breasts while she drank. She couldn’t escape; this was the Dominus, her owner. And, with the wine flowing through her, it started to feel good.He told her to strip and to spread out her breechclout on the ground as a pad. After she had removed his tunica, he had her lie down with her. "He's doing fine. And yes, he's still chasing ... ghosts," Anna told him. "How's Janet?"I figured out from the conversation that Janet was his wife, and that Cecil and Anna had worked on another case together a few years ago. I also found out that 'chasing ghosts' was Cecil's way of asking if her dad was still with the CIA. Finally, they got down to discussing what was going to happen to the prisoners."You can have them Cecil, but I need them for a couple of minutes first. We have to ask them. "We will call, thanks Tisha." Johnny looked towards me. "You can come in now, Carmen." He finished buckling his belt before stepping aside to let me into his office. It was similar to the lobby, with cozy chairs, and a dark desk. The only difference was the large, and brightly colored, erotic paintings on the wall. "You look nervous. Don't be," Johnny said, sitting behind the desk and smiling. "There is nothing to be worried about. I just have some questions to see if you are the right fit, for. I wanted to say that, but stayed silent. Once we were airborne there would be no opportunity anymore. And he had given me an order, so I had to try.Blocking out the people around me was hard. I concentrated on mental images that contained water, flowing water, the sea, a waterfall. That did the trick in the end. Clearly visible – and audible - I pissed on the ground. My cheeks burned with shame as I looked around for some leaves. None again. I wriggled my ass to shake off the droplets.“That's.