”Mistress Miller turned to Master Frank and they agreed that Kim be accompanied by his slave, who was called Thomas. As Thomas began to expertly mak... up the cocktail Kim could not help asking Thomas,“So do you and Frank do these games often?”Thomas shook his head, “This is not a game.”Kim concentrated on opening a new champagne bottle. As they were almost finished, one of the slaves was being taken to the tables with whips by a kindly looking couple in their mid-forties. The slave, a girl with. From what she could tell, this Sage bitch was a curly headed blonde with fake boobs and a perky personality. Ross hadn't even broken up with her two days ago; which means he either left her for this bitch, or he was having an affair and chose the new girl. God dammit, she was younger too. That's such a cliche. Carmen wasn't old. She was only in her early thirties, but Ross was older than her and this new slut of his was twenty-six. Oh look. The little trend-follower was bi-sexual too. This. My pirate clothes were collected by the guard and I settled on my bed in the cold room to sleep for the night.Breakfast was also served in my room, alone and consisted of some lukewarm milk and cereal with a cup of tea. I had barely time to finish before I was marched out of my cell, and then the cell-block and across the base and into a large imposing building.My destination was on the second floor. One of my escorts knocked sharply on the door of the unnamed room and was told to enter. I was. To be totally honest, I can't absolutely guarantee that, because you might leave me in an impossible position, but you'd be surprised how unlikely that is. The short answer is that you're correct about never winning a game." But even professional players can't pot every ball like that. Not game after game they can't. It's not possible."I called, "Rack 'em Donna!" {Giggle}. I told you they were STUPID."With a light tone, I told her, "Play nicely, Donna."I'd deliberately played right-handed the.