In fact the whole house heard.' Her voice said I'd called it right.'Yeah, well, it kinda got outa hand. I don't shout often, but when I do I tend to l...se it.''Dam' good thing too, ' said a voice from the doorway.'Shit, Rachel. What is this? Some kind of delegation?' She shook her head.'Only thing I want to do is apologize. I was waiting for you to sweet talk her and you didn't. I'm sorry I thought that.' She turned and marched out, and I swung back to Candice.'You think you need to apologize. I walked along with Elsa and Philip Emerson in my arms. We also chatted about our days and some plans for the weekend.We were met by the grand-mère of the family that ran the restaurant. She escorted us to our dinner nook, got a high chair for Philip Emerson, and then sat with us and cooed over the babies while we ordered dinner and drinks from her son.I’d bought the restaurant the Cadillac of high chairs since we were there so much and Philip had outgrown his baby carrier. A couple of the guys. His skin was almost shining and the way he moved reminded the servant of the nature documentaries he sometimes watched featuring wild beasts observed in their natural habitat. Only the one inside the cage was not a beast, but human and this was far from the places he used to roam.The slave stood stubbornly with his back to the audience, and both Cory’s and his master’s eyes traveled along the gracious back, on the round buttocks and lean, long legs. This was no ordinary slave. His muscles had. “As far as I can see you like seeing me like this,” Ronnie’s mother smiled. “Would you like it if I were to remove some more clothes?”I nodded, because I was too baffled by the entire situation to be able to say a word.Ronnie’s mother unbuttoned her tiny jeans and slowly pulled them down her legs, turning her great ass towards me at the same time. Beneath the jeans she wore a light green string that matched her top. She dropped the jeans to the floor and stepped out of them.“Do you want me to.