They seemed almost relieved to have the interruption as they stood to greet us. “I’m Danny, one of the kitchen interns,” one of the two said. He...was a few inches shorter than me, with a dark complexion, as well as dark hair and eyes. He had a small patch of hair on his chin.“I’m Red. A rope intern,” the other guy said as I shook his hand. I figured red was a nickname, given for his rust colored hair. He was an inch or two taller than me, with murky green eyes and an easy smile.The four of us. He isgoing to pick you up at about 8:30 and after breakfast he is going totake you on grand tour of the area and then he will take you to myheadquarters where you will get a set of identification papers.Beatrice will start her search for additional household help andinstructors for Marianne. Guy will do what little he does every day,but in addition he will do what necessary shopping the head housekeepershall deem fit." Guy choked on his beer as Beatrice preened."Beatrice, finding suitable. Cradling it between them, she eased both fingers along her swollen clit, circling over the sensitive tip every so often with a trembling swirl.He stood between her outstretched legs and watched with satisfaction, then raised the half-full glass of brandy in the air over her, tilting it slightly just above her upturned face."Simon says, 'Open'."Her mouth fell open just in time to catch the ribbon of burgundy that fell from the rim of his glass. He smiled down at her as he kept it coming, soon. We all stood there in stunned silence.We looked at Delilah for her reaction to this word. It was a word we had been taught NEVER EVER to SAY. If a rap song comes on with that word, and we are singing along, we skip that word.“It is fine,” Delilah explained before turning around and spreading her ass cheeks for us. The words “NIGGER CUNT” were tattooed around the buttplug in her asshole. The first thing I wondered was if her butthole rim was as dark as her skin because her pussy was bright pink.