Linda was wearing a small bikini with a wrap-around skirt. In the little while we had lived here, she had managed to convert her pale white skin into ... golden bronze by spending idle time sitting beside our pool and reading. The one thing that always made me take notice was when she stripped at night and each of her bronze breasts had a white patch punctuated by her light brown nipple and areola. While most of the women wore shorts and summer tops, a handful of the women wore bathing suits or. It always amazed her just how large their house was.While Penny was on her way, the slaves at the auction house were being prepared. They were each cleaned, inside and out and led into a long corridor. Each slave was locked into an adjustable brace and a rubber ballgag placed in their mouths. The brace consisted of two poles, with adjustable cuffs for their ankles and wrists, a movable collar section, and a nameplate on the right side with some information on each slave. No sooner had the last. "Ah, Simba," the black-maned lion said with a wry smile. "It's been along time, hasn't it?"Simba's eyes narrowed. A long time didn't even begin to describe it. Hisfather, Mufasa, had been the mayor of Pride City. His passion forbolstering the development of the city, his stern yet understandingapproach to his subjects, and his incredible wisdom and kindness all madehim one of the most successful and popular politicians the metropolis hadever had. And through his son's childhood, Mufasa had done. She took in Maxine’s appearance while searching her brain. She slowly ran her long tanned fingers down Maxi’s arm. “Yes… yes, now I know... lingerie and beachwear store, a few blocks from here…” Maxine benignly smiled. “Yes… yes, I remember you too. You were in my store several times. I recently moved. It’s now one block up. The red building… first floor.” Janet nodded. She knew the area, and made a mental note for herself. While sipping from her sleek wine glass, Sandra observed the two in.