Compared to Katrina, Rita was small potatoes, and never got the press it truly deserved. Many of the repairs underway in Louisiana were destroyed, and...worst of all, many of the refugees had been relocated to eastern Texas, and now went through it all over again. Thousands of people were suffering from post-traumatic stress, the same as some soldiers did after combat. Mike Brown had returned to Washington after a couple of weeks in Louisiana; when Rita was announced, he simply hopped on a plane. Both of them began grabbing and spanking like I was a piece of meat for sale. Mmmmm, that felt amazing... amazing to have this attention on me. My Daddy and his friend went a bit further now. Playing with my tits and nipples, kissing, rubbing, and sucking them. As if they weren't hard already. Still having my mask over my eyes, I was shaking a bit wondering what was to come next. I got a swift hard spank on my ass from Daddy. Scaring me and making me smile at the same time. His friend. A guy called Ian wanted to hire two girls to flirt with clients at a promotional event he was running. He didn't actually use the word flirt, but that's what it amounted to. Sue and I were to work our way round the room chatting to people and offering drinks and canapes. It wasn't difficult, and quite interesting talking to a variety of men and women. We had our little waitress outfits on, a bit exaggerated but not overstated; you know the sort of thing, short black dresses, white frilly. " Globe of silence," Verdé explained. She gestured with her fingers.Oh very funny, Rosa mouthed as a ball of darker air formed around her head."And you baby warlock," Verdé slapped him on the side of the face, hard enough to sting his cheeks and leave a red mark. "What's with screaming out like that?"She sat astride his chest and her angry face hovered inches above his."I just gave you the best fuck a man could experience and you cry to be rescued at the first opportunity. Was I not good.