Therese’s face took a quick turn of worry, when she heard that Garreth and her wrists would be bound by a ribbon. ‘What’s the matter Therese?’...Arabella asked her, noticing her look. ‘I do not have a ribbon for the ceremony. I did not know about it, Bella. What shall I do?’ Therese fretted. In a quick thought, Arabella untied the red, silk ribbon holding her hair up and passed it to Therese. ‘This will do just fine, my sister. No tae worry, I’d do anything tae make sure yer day went right.’ she. “I am Greg.” “I am Lola.” “You could smile a bit, at least,” Greg added with a humorous tone. “You know that we guys pay at least five times what you ladies pay?” “Hmmm, no,” Lola replied. But she had asked herself that. How on earth could the organizers make profit from those 1000 bucks she had paid for three weeks, all included. Now she knew. The men were paying for it. She immediately felt like a peace of meat. Lured here with cheap money to be the play-things for rich men like Greg. Her. She wanted to look like a white woman because she had been captured by the westernized version of beauty. In magazines, in shows, in movies, it was everywhere. All the models are white and beautiful, with large eyes, tall nose, full lips. Who would blame me if I want those things too, she said to herself. Looking up she saw as two women were taken from the cell. Not much longer, she thought.Wong carefully examined her host body again. This slave girl was probably in her early 20's. Her breasts. .. and very brief bikini which showed off her body to perfection. Her full rounded breasts threatened to spill out of the top, and the bottom just covered her mound.She slipped into the pool beside me.“That is a sensational costume” I commented.She smiled and replied “Thank you. I brought it for my trip to Europe”.She paused and then added “The trip that I’m now not making ... he has no time for me to be with him ... so he’s taken his personal assistant instead”.I could now understand the cause.