My ears perkedup."Whhaa..a.t did you say?" I asked trembling.Anjali gave me a cold stare as said, "We made out."I didn't have the power to respond. An...ali probably realized it was onestep too far. She came and sat beside me and said, "Neha, I wanted tomake sure that I was not gay. I don't like Kabir like that. I just usedhim to make sure I was not gay. I am sorry I used Kabir."Tears were already in my eyes. Maybe that is why Kabir was being aloof.I also didn't believe Anjali. The way she said. Sometimes dolls were stored to be taken out again at their owner’s whim. slave saw Master’s hand reach in, and felt His grip around her wrist as He pulled her out and threw her on the bed. He did not speak but instead fastened her onto the bed using cuffs that were attached to the posts. her legs and arms were spread wide, and she couldn’t help but shake a bit, not knowing what was coming. Master disappeared into the distance- a blur headed for something and reappeared. He stuffed. Nothing fake there. I guess that’s how I looked around Bill before Mom made her revelation as to what she was seeing.I note that Deena’s over there talking with Vicki and Rachel and Derek – her age group. She saw me, waved me to come over.“What’s up?” I asked.“Rampant jealousy,” Rachel said. “Terri’s getting married. I can’t...”“Why not?”“Fourteen...” she sighed.“Uh...” I started.“Derek’s fourteen, too...”“Y’all...”She shook her head. “No. Not yet.”There’s a word to turn over in one’s mind –. I wanted it. I needed it. To be a slut, in her pen... She stopped suddenly as she felt her hands behind her neck. The soft lace gently surrounded her throat.Oh god, I almost closed it.She threw it away and ran into the bathroom, sobbing.Cassandra walked through her mansion to her pen, looking in on all of her house slaves. She made sure that each was properly performing their duties.I'm in command here. I give the orders.She unconsciously rubbed her neck.Look at them. So soft, so willing..