Deflecting Libby's questions, Roslyn's thoughts were already on what was next. Would it ever happen again? Should she ever allow it again? Could she w...lk away, especially with him now being so close?Four days later on a quiet Sunday afternoon she got her answer. Glenn had invited Libby and Rob to join him on David's yacht. Even though David had already told Glenn that he couldn't be there with them that afternoon Roslyn still didn't want to go. She knew she would not be able to step back aboard. How about I have her do all the chores around here and I don’t have to lift a finger?” “Goes without saying, sweetheart. Princesses don’t do chores.” “Excellent. But does that include more personal type chores? Like, for example, what if I want her to paint my toenails?” “Course!” “Or more than that, actually. She can assist me when I’m getting ready for a date with a man, can’t she, is what I’m thinking.” “So that’s every night then, gorgeous, yeah?” “Ha ha ha. Probably. So Petra can do my. She knew if she was forced out of town, she'd lose more than just her job. "Fine," she sighed, "if I get lucky I'll have whoever I fuck give me a hickey. But no promises on where."Kelly smiled. "Atta girl Vonn! I knew you were one of us."Yvonne was beginning to wonder what she had gotten herself into with these ladies. Her stomach twisted and she debated if she wanted to just say, 'Fuck it, ' and run to her car when a voice boomed across the crowd, "Gather round! Gather round! Gather round!"The. Now he sits before me and, without looking up at me, proceeds to throw the strips at my feet. The meat hits my feet and the blood spatters the wall behind. The dog is delighted and wastes not an instant in retrieving the food from around my feet. I feel its tongue lick my toes – an almost pleasant sensation after my recent pains. Mekkaron is very amused by his pet but his diversion only lasts until the last strip of meat. He holds it in his hand but instead of throwing it at my feet as he had.