Stop fighting me. More words appeared out of nowhere inside my head. The voice ... it wasn't mine. Or was it? God, I felt as if I was losing my wits! ... popped my head out from underneath the covers and looked around. Nothing. Then, I cupped my ears, unreasonably hoping it would silence the voices. My lips ... softness touched them. Covering them with my hand didn't stop the kissing.Stop resisting and drink of joy.I quit trying to make sense of it all. The sensations ceased, and I had to admit. Shaw, though, was completely in his element. With a flick of his hand, Debbie suddenly stilled and then put her feet down and sat straight. She smoothed her clothing and pushed her hair into a semblance of order. Her face was still smeared with makeup and her stockings were in tatters up her legs. She stood and smiled at Shaw. But I knew that her 'self' was still trapped behind the facade, by the movements she made it was obvious that she was a marionette. Shaw spoke to her, looking all the. I stood there for a few minutes listening to her pleasure and knew I needed to see what they were doing. There was a glass window in the door, but I knew that they were to the left of the door and that if I were to peek though and they were facing my direction, there was every chance they would see me. Although I knew I would be risking everything, I had to look. I took a quick peek through the glass and could make out Natasha on the floor. To my relief she was facing the other side of the room. "I love you, master," Dee whispered. She was totally subservient to her black master. Kobe led her to a chair. "Sit down!" he commanded. Dee complied obediently. "Your new life is to serve your black master. You will address black men as master. You will say 'yes master' and 'no master' when spoken to. You will sit down only on the front six inches of a chair. Your back must be straight. Your legs must be open with your ankles must be the same width apart as your shoulders. You will look.