. that’s right... but however did you know?“ answered a startled Julia.„Because I have already met your owner,“ answered Melissa in a flat voi...e. „Quentin Osman, isn’t it? At our introduction, in this very cabin at Madame’s invitation, he whipped me. And much enjoyed doing so.“„No... no... „ Julia kept saying, shaking her head from side to side, „it... it’s not possible... I mean Quentin... doing that... to you. How... how could it be... Quentin... oh my God!“„Afterwards,“ went on Melissa, in. . ." he whispered.He watched as she pulled her robe back around her and jerked a knot in the wrap tie. Then, she bent down and retrieved her half-empty glass, turned, slowly padded across the room and disappeared out the doorway leading down to her bedroom as Jamie watched her.Wondering what the outcome would be, Jamie stepped over to the bar and made himself another drink. Sipping on it, Jamie made his way back over to the couch and turned the TV on . . .Time passed slowly as Jamie sat. Showing you that you are worthy of being stared at." Yeah, well I get enough stares from assholes every day. Sorry."We went through the buffet. I loaded down my plate with bacon, eggs, toast and pancakes. Ellen went for some pasta, and Stella filled her plate mostly with salad. Ellen and Stella were discussing Stella's latest asshole boyfriend. I felt pretty useless.Eventually Ellen said, "Don has been living with me for a week now, and we haven't had a fight at all yet. I thought he called me. It was a pleasant diversion.Julian put down the last of his markers. He, too, caught the girl's glance, frowned at her and took me by the arm. "Let us go," he said, "where our discussions will not disturb essential work." He drew me out into the corridor.I followed him. We passed by the room where I had first seen the brown-clad girls that were the object of the Prince's benevolence. A group of them were seated in a semi-circle at one end of the room. In the centre, to my astonishment, sat the.