Chapter 40
Draper and Tenisha Experience Wilson Hospitality

The end credits for the second film of the double feature rolled up the big screen at the drive-in, and Nate reflected that the outing hadn't lived up to expectation, despite the improvement in seating. Everyone was in disarray, and both girls had received finger-driven orgasms -- Tenisha had had two, and she was LOUD about it! Nora had drained his balls, and it had been pretty good; from the sucking sounds in the back seat, Draper was getting worked over pretty good, too -- but Nate wanted pussy, and that hadn't happened. Something about the cramped confines of the minivan had inhibited them all to the point that neither girl had draped her legs over a seat back and begged to get pounded, and neither of the boys had attempted to force the issue. "We gotta go, you two," he called over his shoulder, getting ready to move to the front seat.

"Shit!" Draper grunted.

Tenisha pulled her mouth off his erection and said, "I'll get it, Baby -- promise!"

Nora turned to regard the pair over the back of the middle seat, eyes alight. "More practice?"

"Naw, she's a damn fine..." Draper abruptly shut up.

"Cocksucker, Baby?" Tenisha filled in, apparently unembarrassed.

"Yeah, that's it. Didn't seem right..." Draper paused a moment and smiled at his narrow woman. "But I was lookin' forward ta some..."

"Pussy?" Tenisha finished, teasing. "Jeez, Baby, don't you know those words?"

"I'm TRYIN' ta be NICE!" Draper complained, wounded.

"And I appreciate it, Lover, but us Porter gals are up-front about sex. You oughta know that by now!"

"To be honest, I was, too," Nate murmured. There -- it was out.

"That makes it unanimous," Nora agreed. "Let's go to my house, then!"

"Nora, your Daddy's house..." Nate warned.

"In some ways, it's no worse than the old place -- we just didn't know it..." Nora replied, then turned to the couple in the rear seat. "Look, you guys. You've seen Daddy's house. I'm sure it was a surprise -- it was a surprise to ME, too! We can got to Daddy's house, and pretty much do whatever we want -- but, well, there is occasional video surveillance..."

Draper frowned. "You mean like tapes? Cameras?"

"Yes," Nora nodded. "And I don't know where they are, so I can't tell you it's not happening."

"Why's he do that? Blackmail?" Draper wondered.

"It's complicated," Nora replied. "I guess he's a bit of a voyeur. There are other reasons -- security and such -- and Daddy used to have Mom and I watched constantly for our protection. But some of it is purely that he likes to watch others, I think."

"Nora's Daddy is inta some heavy-duty strange shit," Nate revealed. "I told Draper a couple of things..."

"Like the naked chicks?" Draper asked.

"Yeh, like that," Nate agreed.

"Naked chicks?" Tenisha echoed.

Nate and Nora locked glances. Nora took a breath and the lead, "Tenisha, Daddy is into some edgy stuff, sexually. For one thing, he keeps a couple of, well, sex slaves, who run around the house naked. And he has a torture chamber..."

"WOW!" Tenisha's eyes popped.

"I can't show you that, and Daddy will probably keep the slaves under wraps, but Nate has seen them. We figure if you go to my house, you should be warned -- it's not your average place."

"Man, I dunno," Draper murmured. "Bein' watched..."

"Ummm, Draper?" Nora murmured diffidently, "I bet it has already happened..."

"HUH?!" Draper's eyes bugged.

"Remember last weekend at my old house?" Nora amplified. "Well, Daddy SAYS that he doesn't look at everything that goes on at his place, but -- and I didn't know it, or we'd never have played there -- he had our old house wired EVERYWHERE! And people watched Mom and I twenty-four hours a day!"

"Muthafuck!" Draper wheezed. He turned to Nate. "An' you put up wit' that?"

Nate shrugged. "Can't stop it. An' by the time I found out, it was too late! 'Sides, it's come in handy -- I woulda probably been skinned and put up on Rodday's wall a coupla days ago if nobody was watchin' us. He hasn't yelled at me yet for anything I done... What's he gonna do, blackmail me? For what? I got nuthin' -- 'cept Nora."

Tenisha was a lot more subdued. Rubbing Draper's arm, she murmured, "Relax, Baby. It's the same for us -- everybody knows about us, so we can't be blackmailed. It might even be cool to watch..."

" 'Nisha!" Draper was scandalized.

"Aww, c'mon, Baby! You ought to see that look you get on your face when you cum! It's so cute!" Tenisha teased.

"Well, we gotta go back to there, anyway," Nate muttered. "Nora's folks pretty much said that since everyone knows you two are fuckin' anyway, we can do mos' anything we want -- but if that freaks ya, y'all can just go on home..." He raised the driver's seatback and climbed into it, firing up the van.

Nora grinned over the seat back at Tenisha, "I'm SURE what we did last weekend is on a disk somewhere..."

"Kewl..." Tenisha grinned. Draper was almost purple.

Nate turned around, "Man, you gotta lighten up! I TOLD ya -- we get followed EVERYWHERE! That includes HERE!"

"Whatthefuck?" Draper was staring around wildly.

"You think YOU'RE embarrassed," Nora related. "Daddy has said things that lead me to believe that his people are so good that they have Nate and I together at Tenisha's house on Prom night!"

"Oh... my... GOD!" Tenisha exclaimed, eyes bugged. "Did they video us?"

"I don't know -- but I imagine only while we were all in the same room..." Nora guessed. "It's your house, after all, and they couldn't have planned anything, because we didn't. If it'd been MY house, they'd have gotten everything, though, I bet." Nate rubbed his forehead, shaking his head in resignation. There'd been enough damage; Nora moved into the other front seat and let Tenisha and Draper work their way through the issue in whispers in the back.

It wasn't over when they got to the mansion. "Guess I'll get my car," Draper grunted.

"You don't have to," a voice said from the door. "You're welcome in my home."

Draper looked up. The dude in the doorway wasn't big, but he gave off this power thing that said you didn't fuck with him. "I dunno..."

"If Nora briefed you on what goes on here as I recommended, I can understand your reticence, but I would prefer that neither she nor Mr. Adams lose friends over it. What bothers you, in particular?"

Draper couldn't seem to slide out from under, sooo... "Bein' watched."

"I understand. However, we've had a couple of incidents lately that more or less demanded it. Here, however, private areas are only monitored by me -- and due to time constraints, only on an ad-hoc basis."

"Ah-hoc?"

"When it appears to be necessary. Periodic."

It sounded like he was sayin' he wouldn't peek, but how honest was he? "I hear you mighta caught us at Nora's..."

"Did catch you," Armand confirmed. "Events in that house were VERY closely monitored, and not only by myself, but by a surveillance team in my employ. Nora's mother wasn't thrilled, but events justified my interest."

"Oh?" Draper blinked.

"Yes -- nothing to do with you. Nora and her mother now live here because of an incident there. Why don't you come inside and we can socialize more comfortably?" Armand offered genially.

Draper was still reluctant, but Tenisha moved forward, towing him by the hand. "Thank you, Mr. Wilson." Nora and Nate followed.

Leticia was stationed just inside the door. Armand turned to her and directed, "Have refreshments brought to the Media Room. And have Sharon join us there."

"Sir." Leticia nodded and Armand led the group off.

Draper dropped back and flicked a glance at Nate, "Sex slave?"

Nate shook his head, grinning. "You'll know 'em when you see 'em. Do you really want to? Tell Nora's daddy -- you're the one freakin'!" Meanwhile, Leticia favored Draper with a flat glare. "Pissed her off," Nate chuckled. "She didn't take a shine to me, either, but somebody jacked her up and she's been as nice as pie..." The boys hurried to catch up with their girlfriends.

In the meantime, things began to move forward according to standing orders given by Armand after the interview with Nate and Nora earlier that evening, somewhat modified by the data that came in from the security team shadowing Nate and Nora at the drive-in. It was no accident that Armand was at the door on their arrival; Nora suspected as much from how the conversation seemed to play, but no one else appeared to notice. He was well aware that Draper was vastly unhappy over the surveillance revelations. The Wench was confined to her cell unless called for, and was currently practicing her fellatio under Charles' tutelage. Velma had been called (just before she planned to retire for the evening) and was in the kitchen preparing snacks, which Consuelo and Leticia were to deliver. Leticia punched the intercom, "Miz Sharon, Mr. Wilson would like for you to join him, your daughter, and her guests in the Media Room."

"On my way," Sharon's voice issued from the speaker.

Leticia let up on the button and murmured, "Don't that girl have any WHITE friends?"

Her timing was exceedingly poor; Jason's voice sounded behind her, "What was that?"

"Uuuhhh, nothing Sir!" Leticia did NOT want to get in it with Jason!

"I suggest that you keep your opinions to yourself!" Jason replied. "It appears that Miss Nora is somewhat more racially tolerant than YOU!"

Leticia said nothing, but Jason detected the will to make a comment being telegraphed. He nodded for her to get out of his sight, and Leticia did so gratefully, but 'white ho' was the epithet that trickled through her mind... Jason headed for the Media Room.

On the arrival of the main group, Armand waved to various seats, and the couples took them. Draper opened up with "So what happened at Nora's, if you don't mind my askin'?"

Armand seated himself in a recliner. "Sharon was raped in her home by a group of at least three individuals, last Sunday afternoon. As Nate's mother was accosted very graphically later that night, I have been investigating to see whether the attacks were related. Apparently, they were not."

"Video didn't help?" Draper asked.

"Well, it did and it didn't," Armand replied, delivering the official version. "When it was cut, we knew something was wrong. When the support team also went off-line, we knew it was serious, and upgraded our response."

Sharon entered the room at that point. Draper looked at her like he expected her to be severely injured, "You okay, Ma'am?"

"Yes, I'm fine," Sharon replied, puzzled.

"I was relaying the events of last Sunday afternoon," Armand amplified.

"Oh," Sharon replied shortly. "No permanent damage." She turned to eye Armand.

"I was offering it as justification for your surveillance," Armand explained.

"I see." Sharon shut up, but was agitated.

"So you saw... us?" Tenisha asked.

"Yes." Armand replied.

"And?"

"Have you been practicing, since?" Armand's eyes were merry. Nate snorted laughter then tried to cover it.

Tenisha held her ground, though. "Yeah. Maybe I should see it. Maybe it'd help."

"Perhaps." Armand nodded approval. Drinks and snacks arrived, Consuelo leading Leticia into the room bearing drinks, Jason following. Armand turned and opened a case, dug around a bit and surfaced a DVD, then did it again. Crossing the room, he handed the DVD to Tenisha, "There are excellent viewing facilities in this room. Feel free to use them." He handed Nora the second DVD without a word; it had two words printed on the label -- 'Prom Night'. Nora eyed it in surprise, then set it down. "In fact, there is quite a library, in case other instructional material is warranted. Sharon, I recommend that you have Leticia make up a guest room, then join me in my apartments?"

Draper was eyeing Consuelo. Catching Nate's eye, he nodded at her, eyebrows wiggling. Nate shook his head, grinning. Armand picked it up, "What's this?"

"I, uuh, hear you keep... women..." Draper stammered.

Armand pursed his lips and turned his regard on Nora and then Nate. "I'm assuming that you though that wise?"

Nate took the hit. "I got a little carried away, warning them."

"Well, we surprised YOU, didn't we?" Armand produced a minimalist grin. Nate shrugged. "I have a single slave at the moment, and Jason, here, has one of his own, also. Mine volunteered herself to my service. Since you are aware of her and her primary function involves servicing my houseguests, I guess there is no further reason to sequester her, is there?" Turning to Sharon, he directed, "Summon the Wench."

Sharon rolled her eyes, but knew better than to argue. Jason stepped up to Armand and whispered to him briefly. Armand muttered, "Pardon me," and the pair stepped away. When they came back, Jason departed. Armand announced, "I have a small issue to attend to. Sharon, when the Wench arrives, make introductions, and then come to me in my quarters, as I require your assistance. Consuelo and the Wench are to service the needs of our guests..." Armand turned a leer on Tabitha, "...including demonstrations of fellating techniques, as requested. Nora, I imagine you can keep things reasonably controlled?"

"Yes, Daddy," Nora sighed. Things always seemed to get out of hand.

"As I indicated, your friends can stay the night. No doubt their parents should be informed..." Armand swept out, but paused in the doorway. "I generally conduct surveillance activities from this room. Obviously, I will not be occupying it..." He winked at Draper and disappeared beyond the door.

A moment later, the Wench strode in and knelt at Sharon's feet. "Mistress? You sent for me?"

"Actually, you Master did," Sharon replied flatly. "It appears that you are famous. You are to attend to the needs of Nora's guests." She swung around to glare at Nate and Nora, "I'll not bother to contradict your father, knowing what I'll get for it if I do. But this is YOUR party -- make sure I don't have to apologize to anyone for it." With that, she strode out.

The Wench glanced around, "Do I dare ask?"

Draper was bug-eyed. Nate was visibly wishing he'd kept his mouth shut. Tenisha kept blinking, blinking... Nora finally answered, eyeing her manicure, "We, uh, let it out that Daddy had a house slave. I'm afraid you're on display."

"Yes, Mistress. Is there anything specific that I should be doing?"

"Why don't you answer questions, for now. Consuelo, could I have another Coke?" Nora did her best to appear unperturbed. Turning to Tenisha and Draper, she added, "Go ahead, you guys. Don't be any too surprised at the answers..."

"You're a slave?" Draper blurted.

"Yes. I belong to Armand Wilson, my Master."

"Why?" Tenisha wanted to know.

"I discovered that serving my Master was a higher calling, I guess. I volunteered. I found that I enjoyed responding to the types of demands that he puts on me. I am... submissive to him."

"What do you do?" Draper's question brought a smile of anticipation to Nora's lips.

"I do whatever my Master commands," the Wench responded serenely. Discretion had her preparing to leave it at that, but Nora eyed her archly, and she continued, "My primary duties, as described by my Master, are to see to the needs of his guests."

Tenisha's eyes flicked to Nora's. Nora was hiding her lower face behind her hands. Tenisha took the bait, "Needs?"

"Yes, Miss. I'm not a servant -- I'm considered somewhat of a specialist. The needs I service would be primarily... sexual in nature..."

"Ho lee shit!" Draper exploded. "So when Mr. Wilson said you could teach blowjobs, he wasn't fuckin' kiddin'?"

The Wench blinked, pricked her ears. "I don't generally teach, but I'm sure I could... Would this be a demonstration, or tutoring?"

Tenisha sat there, bug-eyed. "Oh, Lordy!"

"Let's hold off," Nora interjected, trying to smooth things over. Nate, trying not to laugh, hiccuped. Nora eyed him, but addressed the others. "Any more questions?"

Draper opened his mouth, but Nate beat him to it, "Bro, you gonna wish you was thinkin', instead of talkin'..." Draper shut his mouth with a clop and flicked his eyes at Tenisha. Nate was probably right; 'Nisha had this expression on her face...

Tenisha flicked a glance at Nate, and shifted her eyes to Draper before addressing the Wench. "What did you do... before?"

"I was a model." At Tenisha's nod, she realized that there had been a misunderstanding. "Not a porn queen, a runway fashion model. I had a portfolio of nudes -- every model does, since designers like to have a feel for how their clothing will drape -- but I didn't do films or pictorials for porn rags or anything. I modeled designer clothing."

"Oh." Tenisha blinked. Well, given her build... Porn stars tended to have a lot more in the way of a chest, for one thing...

"My master has never to my knowledge associated with porn actresses -- at least not after they were in porn. You see, I met my Master during his search for a replacement for Mistress Sharon."

Draper looked mildly confused; Nora decided to enlighten him. "Mom and Daddy have been divorced almost as long as I've been alive. I've seen more of Daddy in the past week than in my whole life before that time! Daddy has kind of a revolving door for women looking to be the rich Mrs. Armand Wilson."

The Wench nodded, "I entered via that door. My Master has standards. But he also likes to toy with his victims..."

"I don't understand," Tenisha ventured.

"Daddy hasn't had a whole lot of luck replacing Mom. Most women -- almost every one, to date, I guess -- were just looking for a free lunch. Daddy has no respect for that, and he teases them -- uses them, even abuses them -- to see how low they'll stoop. In fact, Daddy actually tortures some of them... You remember I SAID he had a torture chamber..."

"A torture chamber? Really?" Tenisha's eyes swept to the Wench. "And..."

"Yes," the Wench replied. "I have been tortured by my Master. That is where I learned that I enjoy the challenges he sets before me. That is where I learned that I truly wanted to be his."

"Wow!" Tenisha recoiled. "That's..."

"Weird?" the Wench offered. She shrugged. "It's undoubtedly that, but there are a large number of women out there who enjoy being mastered. Not everyone wants to be a wage-slave drone with female parts. I don't want to be equal; I want to serve!"

"But, being beaten, abused..." Tenisha shook her head.

"The challenge is to avoid it, to service my Master's needs perfectly, so that he has no reason to punish me. I deserve any punishment I get but failure is a punishment in and of itself!" the Wench declared.

"So why are you and your Mom back here?" Draper asked. THAT should be a safe question...

"Well, there are a couple of reasons," Nora replied. "One was last Sunday's attack; Daddy says he can't protect us as well anywhere else. But that's only one reason; Daddy was planning on having Mom move in here, anyway. Daddy says that when Nate and I got together, it more or less signaled that I'd grown up and it was time to see the real world. He says he left Mom and I basically alone while she was raising me because he couldn't provide a proper environment for raising a little girl -- I'd see too many things that little girls just shouldn't see, and I wouldn't be exposed enough to what is generally accepted as right and wrong. But I'm not a little girl any more, so he can show me things that aren't black and white. I guess it's best to say that he wanted me to have integrity, so he let Mom instill it -- but now he wants to show me how things REALLY work, so I don't get blinded by how things OUGHT to be." She took a sip of her soda. "As for Mom, well, she kept it a secret from me, but she's been seeing Daddy fairly regularly, all along. And Daddy's been treating her the way he always has -- sort of like the Wench, here. But Mom's a special case; Daddy likes his women to fight for a while before they give in, and Mom just does that naturally." She shook her head. "They're not married, and Daddy's not talking about remarrying her. She's more like a combination personal slave and head housekeeper, or something; Daddy has her running the household, but she is less than a servant to him..."

"Your mother is Mistress here," the Wench volunteered, "whether Master admits it or not. She may be his slave, but she is very personally his slave -- and she is Mistress to all others under this roof. I predict that he will soon stop attracting other women to toy with..."

"If your Momma's a slave..." Tenisha began.

"That makes me one, too?" Nora finished. "Apparently not. According to Daddy, I'm answerable to both of them as their daughter, but I am a free woman and not to be treated as if I'm not." She mused a moment. "If I prove worthy, I may even end up heir to Daddy's business..."

"That is true, Miss," the Wench agreed. "Of all the women in this household, only yourself and little Bianca are free women; the rest are servants or slaves -- some are both."

"Little Bianca?"

"She's the daughter of one of the servants -- actually, the woman is Jason's slave, but she is still a servant to my Master. Bianca is fourteen. She is also a free woman in that Master does not attempt to control her in any way -- but she is of course still subject to her mother's discipline. And of course, she is not Master's daughter."

"Wow, this is gawdawful confusin'," Draper muttered.

"I agree, Sir," the Wench murmured, "but it DOES work, in the main." She glanced around, businesslike, "So, what can I do for you? Can we get you anything? Would you like to see me do anything? I can certainly provide fellatio, if you'd like -- or even cunnilingus..."

"What?" Tenisha yelped.

"I am meant to provide entertainment to either sex, Miss..."

Tenisha's eyes flicked to Nora, who answered, "No, we haven't -- and Nate hasn't, either. I think we'll just watch a movie or something, Wench -- and we'd prefer our privacy. Could you and Consuelo station yourselves nearby -- outside the door, say?"

"Certainly, Miss. How about if I stay there, and we release Consuelo. I can always call her for you."

"Good idea." Nora nodded. Consuelo curtsied and departed.

"I will be kneeling outside," the Wench murmured.

"Do whatever is comfortable, as long as you stay awake," Nora directed. The Wench bowed and closed the door.

Nora got up and went to the controls of the video system and began to familiarize herself with the setup. It was custom, and as a result the controls were arranged pretty obviously. "What do you guys want to watch? Regular TV? Porn?"

"I can't believe what I was hearing!" Tenisha muttered. "Why would anyone want to do that?"

Nora shrugged. "She has her reasons, and they're good for her."

"What do you have that's racy, Baby?" Nate asked.

"Well, according to the directory, there is a bunch of stuff in that cabinet..." Nora pointed. "Daddy has the private stuff locked out, but professionally done porn is available. Tenisha?"

"I'm a little shaky," Tenisha admitted. "She acted like she'd have..."

Nora turned a serious expression on this girl who was a friend of a friend, "She would have -- I know. Trust me -- she's VERY SERIOUS about her job."

The guys were digging through the cabinet. "Amateur stuff seems like the least offensive -- don't want to make the girls unhappy," Nate advised. Draper nodded. "An amateur flick, Honey?"

"They're trying to baby us," Nora murmured aside to Tenisha, who had joined her. "That's fine, Honey, but we can take tougher stuff, if you guys want it." She giggled to Tenisha, whispering, "Watch this," then said to Nate, "Why don't you look for something gay or bisexual?" Both boys turned around as one, looking horrified, and Nora and Tenisha laughed out loud, "Gotcha!"

After that, to get even, the boys picked out a compendium of deep- throat gag fucks, along with an amateur flick. "Here," Nate announced, delivering the pair of DVDs, "Pick one." Directly challenged, Nora mounted both in a changer. Tenisha silently handed her the DVD that apparently had last weekend's blowjob practice at Nora's, too, and she mounted that. The Prom night DVD, however, didn't get mounted. Nora queued up the gag-fuck DVD and went to sit on a couch with Nate.

The thing didn't last; while the guys could have watched it alone, it was too starkly exploitative to foster any positive interest in the girls, and they recognized the fact immediately. After a bit, Nate quietly suggested that they move on to the amateur fare.

Something about the amateur flick was romantic; at the very least, it was realistic. There were two couples in the first scene, one white and one Hispanic, and they basically stuck to their original partners while doing a little sixty-nine and then straight sex. It wasn't edgy fare, but they were real people, not models, and the reality tended to add a layer to things. The white girl was chunky, the Hispanic girl had small breasts -- and neither of the guys was hung like a horse. Some positions they tried obviously didn't work... But when the Hispanic girl came, everyone recognized a real orgasm, and it heightened the already existing sexual tension.

"This is better than the fuckin' drive-in," Nate grunted. Nora's top was open and he was playing with her breasts while she sucked him, watching the flick while she bobbed up and down. On the other couch, Draper and Tenisha were in a full sixty-nine, Draper moaning into Tenisha's wet pussy while she tried to swallow his cock. For Draper, things were going about the way they had in the car -- Tenisha's mouth action was great, but not quite enough...

Tenisha recognized the problem, too. The second scene was a black couple, and unfortunately suffered from problems that occur all too often in filming blacks under less than ideal conditions -- poor lighting. You could tell certain things were going on, but the details were murky... "I need help -- why don't you put on the other one?" she asked Nora.

Nora hopped up and cued the third DVD; when she returned, Nate murmured, "Mouth is nice, but..." Nor grinned and snatched off her panties, then climbed atop Nate, who was stretched out on the couch. Fitting herself to him took only a moment, and they both sighed in pleasure as she impaled herself to the root. At that point, though, she nodded at the screen...

Whoever created the content was good; they managed to split-screen the two couples seated on the couch and the video they were watching. Apparently, the thing was filmed with night-vision cameras, as detail was pretty good in the dark. They watched the boys shuck out of their jeans and the girls jack them while the first woman on screen took her abuse at the hands of the giant piece of meat she was trying to suck. Nora fast- forwarded the video to the point where the third scene provided real teaching points and the girls started working on the boys in earnest; Draper was just amazed at the whole thing. Watching himself while Tenisha dove on his dork was just... kinky...

"There it is!" Tenisha giggled, and Draper watched embarrassed as his eyes popped on-screen and his antics and Tenisha's made it clear that he was shooting in her mouth. "Okay, so what did I do right?" Tenisha asked the group.

Nora, slowly grinding herself against Nate, murmured, "Not sure -- maybe you just got lucky." The video moved on to concentrate on Nora's solo effort, which was somewhat embarrassing to her, but she was getting used to it.

Nate, however, provided the first insight. "That's it, 'Nisha -- you're not doin' the whole thing on the stroke! You got to go down and come up, every time, not work short spots... Draper long-strokes you, don't he?"

Tenisha popped off Draper's length, "Uh huh!"

"Well, you got to long-stroke HIM when you're blowin' him!" On screen, Nora was trying to swallow Nate, and it was obviously effective. "See?"

Tenisha saw something else -- in fact, she saw herself telling Nora to do it! She tilted her head back to give her a more open throat, just as Nora did on-screen. This resulted in kind of an arc where she was more or less horizontal while lipping Draper's glans then moved forward and tilted down as she took in the shaft. The effort moved her to the point that Draper couldn't stay engaged with her pussy, so he just lay back and enjoyed the action while watching Nora suck on-screen and bounce on Nate's lap in person. "Aaggh! That's workin'! I'm gettin' close!" Tenisha pushed herself even harder, trying to absorb Draper's length in its entirety -- but her throat just wouldn't do it. Still, she was working several inches, and supplementing it with a jacking grip at the base, and that was plenty. "I'm gonna blow!" Draper grunted, "AAAGGGGHHH!!!!" His cock got HUGE and HARD in her throat in the middle of a down stroke, and Tenisha pulled back just in time to have room in her mouth to hold the first jet of Draper's semen.

Nora watched Draper jerk and heave, grunting as his balls spasmed, and Tenisha managing to grin in triumph around a mouthful of cock, but the stimulation got to be too much and her eyes went vacant as her attention turned to the bubble of pleasure growing inside her, "OoooOOOOOHHHH!" That wasn't quite it, but she couldn't stay silent. That and the grinding she was doing to his pubic bone told Nate she was about to pop, so he grinned and jammed himself upward, setting her off! "OOGH!! OOOGH!! OOOGH!!" she gasped, dropping forward and bracing her hands on Nate's shoulders as the shock wave hit. Nate grinned from ear to ear; Nora's blowjob earlier had backed him off to the point that now he could shoot for giving Nora another big orgasm before he shot off again -- something he just loved to watch!

Tenisha raised her head, swallowed, and announced, "Okay, Baby, you got yours -- now I need to feel some tongue! We can bring what'shername in here if you need lessons... Ooogh!" Draper wrapped his lips around her erected clit and put an end to THAT notion! Tenisha started quietly, merely breathing harshly, but soon graduated to "Oh, Baby! Oh, Baby! Oh, Baby..."

Sharon was divesting herself of her clothing at Armand's direction while Armand watched the two young couples on a monitor at the foot of his bed. "I thought you told them you weren't going to look?"

Armand chuckled. "While I left that impression, I carefully avoided saying that precisely. I notice that they didn't put the Wench to work, although she appeared to be more than willing..."

"Where is she?"

"Posted just outside."

Sharon nodded. "Why am I here?"

"We have a disciplinary problem," Armand replied. "I want you to exert yourself to correct it."

'Uh oh,' Sharon thought. "How?"

"By doing what I tell you to do," Armand replied. "And without making a fuss, or we'll deal with THAT, too! Do I need to spank you first to get your attention?"

"Ummmm, no Armand," Sharon replied hastily. If she was going to punish someone else, how bad could that be?

Leticia arrived, closely followed by Jason. "Leticia! Come over here, Dear, next to Sharon," Armand began jovially. "How are things going?" Deliberately, he saw to it that Leticia glanced at the monitor and observed the two couples in action.

A moue of distaste flickered across her features, but Leticia answered, blandly, "Fine, Sir."

"I realize that there have been a number of recent changes in the household -- do you understand how they affect you? Do you understand your place in relation to the new arrivals?"

"Yessir."

"Do you understand your position relative to Sharon here, for instance?"

"Yessir." Leticia began to be uneasy.

"What about my daughter, Leticia -- do you understand your position relative to my daughter?"

"Yessir."

The hammer fell. "That's not what I have been given to understand," Armand grated. "I'm given to understand that you are making value judgments on the nature of her lover and her friends based upon the fact that they share your race. Would you care to comment on that? Perhaps you would care to dispute the word of, say, Jason, here? Although I HAVE had more than one incident reported to me..."

"Uuh, nossir!" Leticia managed to look pasty, despite her coloration. Her eyes got big, and fear oozed from her.

"Your comments and gestures indicate to me that you feel that my daughter's choice in lovers makes her an interloper who interferes with your racial purity. I find that position to be highly hypocritical due to the conditions under which you entered my employ..." Armand growled. Sharon shook her head; obviously, Leticia had been one of Armand's toys. Just as obviously, she'd gambled big, if she felt the way she apparently did, trying to trap a white man...

Armand turned to Sharon, "Leticia has always had a bit of an inflated ego. Periodically, one has to deflate her -- remind her of her true station. Apparently, this rather blatant display is an indication that it's past time we did something." Turning to Leticia, he barked, "Strip!"

Leticia started working her way out of her tailored grey maid's uniform. Behind her, Charles entered the room with something in his hand; Sharon couldn't quite make it out, but it appeared to be threatening... "Ah, Charles. You've brought the item, I see. Please give it to Sharon, and explain its use..." Armand directed.

Poker faced, Charles placed a harness with a rubber cock attached in Sharon's startled hands. "This is a strap-on dildo. You affix the harness to yourself and then use it to fuck someone else." Charles pointed out a protrusion at the base of the rubber dildo. "For the most enjoyment, you should try to mount it such that this ridge contacts your clitoris."

"Ummm, thanks..." was all Sharon could manage to get out while she stared at the contraption. Surely Armand didn't expect her to... One look into her ex-husband's eyes confirmed that he did, and that he didn't expect her to make a fuss about it, either!

Leticia, now naked, was eyeing the thing as if it were a snake. Armand turned to her and issued his instructions: "Since you answer to Sharon before you answer to me, I find it instructive for you that I delegate the conduct of your punishment to your supervisor. Sharon, settle yourself at the foot of the bed and spread your legs." Sharon got moving; what did this have to do with the dildo? "Leticia, you have five minutes to bring Sharon to orgasm with your tongue. Whether you succeed or fail will determine whether Sharon uses the strap-on on your pussy, or your ass; in any case, she will ride you for ten minutes in whichever hole you earn as a result of your efforts." Armand glanced at his wristwatch, "You may begin."

Leticia got down right away, and while her face said she wasn't thrilled at all to be sticking her tongue in Sharon's furry crotch, she nonetheless stuck out her tongue and started looking for sensitive flesh. Sharon directed a 'Do I really have to do this?' glance at Armand, but made no protest when he nodded affirmation. Armand followed up with, "Sharon, you need not cooperate; if you feel like plowing Leticia's anus with that dildo, all you have to do is resist..." The implication that she was going to have to put the thing SOMEWHERE in Leticia, whether she liked it or not, was obvious. "Maybe you should make her beg for your cooperation..."

Sharon glanced down, but Leticia was already begging, "Please, Mistress, let me do this for you right! Please scoot down a little, and let me lift you legs so I can make it better..." Trapped into the act as much as Leticia was by the requirement not to let on, Sharon nodded and let Leticia lay her back, lift her legs and pull her out into a position where her ass was exposed to the efforts of a very urgent tongue.

Armand glanced up from watching Nora start her quest for her second cum and murmured, "If she's not satisfactory, instruct her. No hands, Leticia! You can hold her legs up if she wants you to, but that's it!"

Sharon, having determined that anything else was a waste of time, gave herself up to the sensations, "Suck my clit! Tongue the underside! Agh! Like that!"

"Grab her head and haul her around!" Armand directed, "Woman-handle her!"

Sharon reached down with both hands and smeared Leticia's face against her labia. There was something so cool about this... Turning her head, she could see Jason, upside-down, grinning his tight grin, while Charles looked on with a poker face that nonetheless conveyed interest. The black woman's tongue was all over her clit, and Sharon was beginning to feel stirrings of more than immediate pleasure.

"Three minutes," Charles noted.

Leticia, looking desperate, broke off for a moment, "Would you like to be rimmed, Mistress? Would that feel good?"

Sharon eyed Leticia with some surprise, but Armand urged, "Let her rim you -- take a full minute, at least! She needs to do something dirty, and you're making it too easy for her, anyway! You know how it is when it's too easy..."

Why did that last statement cause a flash in her? "Do it!" Sharon croaked. God, how nasty! Leticia went right to work, and the pure filthy, nasty dirtiness of the whole thing had Sharon's eyes rolling in her head as an orgasm hovered close. Sharon had been required to do this to Armand on a couple of occasions, and she remembered the musky taste well; now it was HER feeling the penetration by the soft, wet, supple flesh... Armand looked up to tell Charles to time the event, but a wave said he was on it already.

Nasty as it was, the rim job was no substitute for direct clitoral stimulation. Sharon enjoyed it immensely, but thirty-five seconds in she was already croaking "How long?" followed by "Tell me when!" Charles announced "Time!" and Sharon dragged Leticia back up to her clitoris by her ears -- but on the way, she discovered something else! "OOOO!" She shoved Leticia's head back down to the vicinity of her soaking anus, "Lick me between!" Sharon's perineum turned out to be VERY ticklish... "Agggh!" Sharon took this for a few seconds and then moved her impromptu sex slave's mouth back onto her quivering clitoris. "SUCK! LICK! FINISH MEEEE!" Sharon was beside herself, pleasure and unaccustomed power making for a heady cocktail. Leticia instituted a combination of suction and tongue- drubbing and Sharon, absolutely beside herself, screamed, "Oh, GAWD!!!" and convulsed, crushing the hapless black woman to her crotch and spewing cunt honey all over her chin and neck.

"Four forty," Charles announced, apparently unperturbed.

"Oh thank God," Leticia gasped, lungs pumping.

"Thank your Mistress," Armand murmured. "You owe her. I wanted to see your ass reamed!"

Sharon gathered herself and sat up, retrieving the strap-on from where it had been set aside during her tongue-lashing. "Charles, would you help me with..."

"I know how, Mistress," Leticia interrupted. "Let me show you!"

"Make sure she's fitted right," Armand warned, "If she doesn't enjoy it, you'll DEFINITELY get the ass next time!" Sharon stood and Leticia set about fitting the strap-on harness to her crotch, her attitude obviously eager to please. Sharon noticed that somewhere in the last few minutes, Leticia's normally haughty attitude had disappeared completely, leaving an almost totally different woman; all in all the transformation was pretty amazing... "Do her doggie," Armand directed, "using that rig in the missionary position takes practice." Leticia climbed up on the bed, knelt grabbing the footboard, and spread her legs.

Sharon knelt up gingerly and glanced around helplessly; Charles stepped forward and showed her how to wipe the dildo along Leticia's labia, exposing the pink interior hidden by her nether lips. "There's no lube," Sharon murmured.

"It won't hurt you and she's being punished," Charles replied blandly. "Go ahead." Sharon pressed forward, trying to cram the rubber cock into Leticia's opening while Charles help guide the shaft. Leticia whimpered; the thing was eight inches long and thick and -- deliberately -- flesh tone, not black. There was a moment of silent strain and a grunt as the head popped through. "Hold the base while you withdraw until things get going," Charles instructed, "When she loosens and lubes a bit, it'll be easier. Short strokes to start -- don't pull it all the way out. Clock's running."

Sharon followed instructions. Leticia made quiet whimpers until Armand swatted her on the ass and grunted, "Quiet, you're disturbing my viewing. You black cunts sure enjoy having your pussy eaten! Is that because black boys are so reluctant to do it?" Sharon realized that the deliberately racist remarks, occasioned by the video feed of Tenisha's loud enjoyment of Draper's obviously non-reluctant tongue-lashing, were an exercise in verbal humiliation and said nothing.

The going was getting easier; Charles mimed taking longer strokes, so Sharon started conquering more real estate in the black woman's inner core. Withdrawals stopped requiring bracing the dildo against her crotch with her hand as Leticia's inner lining conformed to the shape and size of it's invader, and Charles motioned for her to stop holding it, which gave her a bit more length to feed into Leticia's tunnel. "Now pound her," Charles directed, "The harder you bash her, the more clitoral stimulation you get from it. Enjoy yourself."

For Sharon, the trip-hammer hip thrust required was a totally unaccustomed motion; getting the hang of it took a bit and resulted in some misses -- painful ones for Leticia, at times. But soon she started getting the hang of it, including the clit-bashing that was her reward for the effort. Sharon doubted that she would ever orgasm this way, but it WAS pleasant enough to keep her driving herself into the black woman. Charles leaned forward and whispered a suggestion, and Sharon swatted Leticia on the ass, ranting, "Tighten up, you sloppy slut! I could drive a truck in there!" The psychological piece was beginning to sink in, and Sharon realized she was enjoying it. Armand would have something to say, something relevant... Yes! "No wonder all your men are chasing white women!" she exclaimed scornfully, "It would take a horse to faze you! Clench!" On her own, she started prodding at Leticia's sphincter, which tightened right up, of course... "At least your ass works! Maybe I should switch up?"

"Yes, Mistress! I mean, no, Mistress!"

Direct experience told Sharon that Leticia was in masochist heaven. She glanced at Charles, who was smiling blandly; Armand was actually expressing approval! 'Make it red,' he mouthed. Sharon started swatting Leticia's ass in earnest, delivering hard blows designed to show her what red looked like on a black ass.

Ten minutes was a long time to be pounding someone from behind; Sharon learned new respect for Armand and men in general before Charles muttered, "Time." Sharon backed off gratefully and suffered the removal of the dildo. On the screen, the kids were cuddling, obviously finished for the moment. Armand turned to Leticia and rasped, "Do you think you've learned anything, Slut?"

"Yessir!" Leticia was all respect.

"I don't," he grunted. "Go locate..." he glanced at Charles, who mouthed 'Boris'; Jason grunted and nodded agreement. "Go locate Boris, and tell him he can use whichever of your sloppy holes he wants. He's to call Charles for confirmation, if necessary, and he's to call him again to report his level of satisfaction with your efforts when he's through. Do we need to talk about what will happen if Boris isn't pleased?"

"Nossir!"

"You will report to Charles daily for two weeks; at his discretion, you will service Boris, be flogged, or whatever else comes to my mind, Sharon's or Charles'. Do you understand?"

"Yessir!" Leticia looked like she was going to pee herself at any moment.

Armand turned to Sharon. "You will discuss your wants in this matter with Charles; the two of you will collaborate on Leticia's training curriculum." He returned his gaze to Leticia, and it hardened, "As for you, get out of my sight -- and you'd better hope I don't decide to BREED you to Boris!" Leticia reached for her uniform dress and Armand barked, "Leave it! Go nude! Pick it up from Sharon in the morning -- now get out!" Leticia streaked out the door.

When she was gone, Armand turned to Sharon, "You, my dear, did VERY well with this little episode! I am most impressed!"

Sharon frowned. "According to her file, Leticia is an employee. Why did she put up with that? Why would she do what you just told her to do?"

Armand smiled. "It all has to do with pushing her buttons. While it is true that she COULD leave, if she did so under the wrong conditions, she'd have difficulty finding decent employment doing almost anything. On the other hand, she responds well to direct pressure; once you penetrate her hauteur, she collapses and becomes extremely pliant. And while she makes those racist noises, she doesn't believe in them. Being forced to have sex with white men is a favorite fantasy -- we just did her a favor."

"But, Boris?"

"Boris will do fine. Besides, we want a certain humiliation component. My first thought was Ed, but Charles had a better idea, I think."

Charles murmured, "In any case, I have been getting weird vibes from Ed lately. Something is up..."

"Really?" Armand raised his eyebrows. Turning to the video system, he switched surveillance cameras. The intent was to scan recent tapes, but by an amazing coincidence, there was something to see in the hallway outside Ed's rooms...

"Ed?" Velma tapped lightly on the carpenter's door. "Ed? Y'all awake?" Velma had spent thirty minutes tossing and turning in her bed before getting up the guts to do this -- and her bravery was dribbling away fast...

'What the fuck is that? Sort of a tapping...' Ed muted his TV. There it was again... Was that a voice? Ed got up and went to his door. There was another series of taps. Slow woodpecker? It was the world's wimpiest knock... Ed stuck his eye to the peep; had somebody hung a curtain up out there? Was this a practical joke? He'd fuckin' KILL Phillippe... He threw the door open. "Jeezus shit!"

"Wha?" Velma blinked, surprised. That didn't sound good...

Ed stood there, shaking his head, eyeing Velma's print nightie. "I KNEW you wore a circus tent to bed! What'cha want?"

How to phrase this? "Ah wanna know if'n yo' goin' be bustin' inta mah rooms agin' any time soon!"

"Dunno." Ed eyed her. "Are ya beggin' or complainin'?"

Velma opened her mouth to claim option two -- and shut it. This might not be a good time for bluster... She opened her mouth to confirm option one -- and shut it. Wouldn't that be beggin', sorta? Ed would probably laugh...

Phillippe's door started to rattle; Ed grabbed Velma by the arm, "Get in here, ya silly bitch, before you embarrass us both!"

Armand shut off the video feed and sat chuckling. "Good eye, Charles! Apparently, Ed and Velma have found their own solutions... We're done here, I think, gentlemen. Sharon, you're staying -- we have a bit more to talk about."

Charles and Jason filed out. Sharon eyed her ex-husband, "We do?"

"Well, maybe not talk. Come here. A little head, if you please."

Sharon sighed. Despite the fact that it sounded like a request, she knew better. She pulled the blankets down to a point below his waist, opened his pajama bottoms, and engulfed his cock. Armand ruffled her hair and murmured, "Your stock will go up around here based upon this evenings little exercise -- mark my words. I'm pleased that you saw fit not to make a fool of yourself. Did you enjoy it?"

How was she going to talk and do this at the same time? "Well, yes, oddly enough," she admitted, then resumed her effort.

"Any idea why?"

"Comeuppance? She was getting her just desserts." Back to sucking.

"Really?" Armand rumbled. "She was merely displaying a bad attitude..."

"It was YOUR idea!" Sharon rasped. "Look, don't yell at me about bad sucking if you're going to make me stop to talk all the time!"

"Climb up here and ride me, then -- that way we can talk." Sharon got up and knelt over Armand's crotch, lifted his stiff member to a near- vertical position, and began working her way onto it. Armand eyed her, "You haven't argued with me, word or deed, since you came in the door."

Sharon thought about it. "Earlier, it didn't make sense. If I did, it would interfere with what you were doing -- and you were concentrating on someone else. Now, given the object lesson, why start?"

Armand ruminated. "That's fair. So, how are you settling in?"

"On this?" Sharon wriggled a bit. "I have it all, I think..."

Armand laughed, "No, the household."

"The place is a horror-show -- but I'll survive."

"Well, I want you entertained... Move a bit more -- but slowly."

"Obviously, you felt that I needed to do that to her. Why?"

"Mmmm, several reasons." Armand captured Sharon's breasts in his hands, cradling them. "She needed to link you firmly with my authority in her mind. An object lesson needed to be delivered that would flow to the others, justifying your position and confirming that you have the full support of myself, Jason and Charles. And I wanted to see if you could grow in this dimension. Apparently, you can."

"I surprised myself." The sex act was starting to be the focus of her attention, despite the distraction of conversation. How long had it been since she and Armand had just had sex, without a beating, or a humiliation -- or both? Armand was thumbing her nipples, and she was getting a little snap-grind at the bottom of each stroke. She was speeding up, despite herself.

Armand was aware of the implications, too. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Yes." She had the presence of mind to be uneasy.

"Go ahead -- you earned it. Just make sure I get mine."

"So, we're having sex now?"

"Yes. Might as well." He resumed working her nipples.

"Harder, please?" The dildo had brought her a certain distance, before. Now, the pleasure it had generated acted as a booster, bringing her more quickly to her stride in the current act. While her nipples could be tender in the early going, a bit more intensity would be welcome, now...

As for Armand, the request was polite and dovetailed with his inclination; shrugging, he bore down.

"Oooohhh!" They burned, they itched, and they sent flashes of sensation to mingle with the tingle of her clit and the rub of his cock in her channel. Was it pain? Maybe. Did she care? No.

Armand watched the evidence of her arousal build. It HAD been some time since they'd merely had sex, without other overtones. Did this herald anything? Was he getting soft, in his old age? Had she broken? Was the fight gone out of her? The urge to test her came upon him, but he stifled it -- no, she always resisted early, and this was late. While she hadn't been directly challenged, she'd spent some time being used to challenge another -- that was lesson enough. Let her have her fun... "Lean forward a bit. I need more in and out and less back and forth."

"Yes, Armand." There was some worry that stimulation would drop off, but it didn't. Armand began thrusting from below, too, which added to things. There was definitely a cum hovering out there; would he let her have it? Or would he deny her at the last moment? But the urgency continued to grow and Armand didn't pounce...

Armand watched, amused, as Sharon's eyes began to glaze and her rhythmic impalement of herself on his cock became a pounding attack. It was good for him, but he hadn't approached a trigger point; the position had a lot to do with it. The benefits of the lesser effort required were offset by the lack of control. On the other hand, it was obvious that Sharon was benefiting from the position quite a bit... In a moment, she lost it, moaning and surging, her ability to maintain a rhythm robbed from her by the intensity of her orgasm. She was oddly silent, her eyes and mouth wide open in a silent scream as her lungs apparently locked up with the rest of her muscles. In a moment she collapsed and began breathing again, "Ohhh, God!"

"Good, was it?"

"Uh huh..."

"I'm not done..."

"Ummm, okay. This doesn't work for you, does it? What do you want me to do? Should we roll over? Or something else?" Post-orgasmic lassitude had Sharon in its grip; the orgasm had been HUGE. But she knew better than to shortchange Armand...

"We'll try that. Ready?" Armand rolled the system that was the two of them to the left, resulting in his being prone over her, missionary- style, between her raised knees. Armand went to work to get his own satisfaction. Would merely fucking her be enough? Perhaps he should come up with some side-issue -- a little humiliation, perhaps? Have Jason come in and shove his cock down her throat?

Physical sensation stopped those musings, however; Armand suddenly became aware that he was already in the final stages -- whether it had been the fantasy, or just the lingering result of earlier efforts, he wasn't certain -- but he was approaching completion, in record time! He set up a pounding attack designed to maximize his pleasure, not that it was going to be a brain-burner, or anything; they seldom were any more -- he wasn't eighteen, after all, and he WAS getting sex basically any time he wanted it... He settled back to tease himself a bit at the last moment, and detected something new -- Sharon was pulsing her vaginal muscles! She was clenching and unclenching, cyclically... "What are you doing?"

"Trying to help."

"I'm surprised. Have you ever... done this... before?"

"Ummm, not deliberately. You usually trigger it via spankings. But, since I've been doing it, I should be able to control it..."

"It's... very nice... MMMMPH!" Armand discharged, firing three seminal rounds into Sharon's clasping vagina before things settled back to a dribble, then remaining buried while she milked him. "Very, very nice!"

"Why thank you, sir!" Sharon simpered. She could have used another orgasm, but one didn't make demands on Armand -- ANYTHING could result, depending upon his mood! Armand rolled off, and habit got her onto her knees to clean him up with her mouth, something she'd gotten used to long since.

When she was done and backed off, stanching the flows from her vagina with one hand, Armand murmured, "That was excellent! You may go -- or you may stay, as it pleases you." Sharon nodded. She needed to clean up -- that much was certain. After that... After that, she wanted another cum -- but there was no telling what Armand might take it into his head to do about THAT! Certainly, she couldn't just masturbate on the bed next to him... These musings occurred on her way to the suite's bathroom; she stopped and looked back over her shoulder, "What will you be doing?"

"Enjoying my post-coital lassitude," he replied. "Maybe I'll check on Boris..."

Sharon nodded and moved on into the bathroom. Armand's plans presented her with a quandary; while she would certainly be interested in participating in his voyeurism in this particular instance, she feared that afterward, the urge to masturbate would be maddening! On the other hand, there was a distinct chance that Armand might become aroused again, too, and he could be persuaded to scratch the itch directly... Decisions, decisions!

Amy Trent lay relaxed on her back on the bed, eyeing her sex partner with some resignation, "So, how long?"

"Huh?" Pete grunted, surprised.

"How long before I lose you to the woman you've been thinking about all evening?"

Pete grimaced. "Well, maybe never."

"Honey, you're not here NOW!"

"Um, sorry!"

Amy sighed. Well, it couldn't last. Pete was a HUNK, and although she wasn't ugly by any stretch, even free pussy in copious amounts wasn't going to keep him from tripping over some svelte little blonde at some point. Besides, Pete wanted an exclusive relationship -- and if Amy had been willing to do that, she might have tied him down by now, but she liked to have something different every once in a while... "So, you're hopelessly in love and she doesn't know your name?"

"Um, no, it's a little more complicated than that."

"Is it gonna happen, or are you just gonna carry a torch?" Amy teased.

"Well, I might get something, but it won't be a relationship."

"Swell!" Amy rolled her eyes. "Then what? You wander around broken? I can't imagine who on Earth would pass YOU up! What is she, a lesbian?" After all, Pete was BEAUTIFUL -- long, dark curly locks, blue eyes, trim and muscular -- and carrying the sweetest dick... Just having him on her arm drove up her own personal popularity, making it easier to get other hunks on the odd occasion.

"No, that's not it. I'm pretty sure she wants me -- but there are other forces at work. Anything long-term is a pipe-dream." He grimaced, "I don't want to talk about it."

"Okay, Lover. Come back to me when her claws let go?"

Pete shook his head. Another woman would be all upset -- but he knew Amy. SHE was the one who had resisted anything exclusive or permanent. If he DIDN'T come back, she'd replace him, soon enough. Oh, she wouldn't be thrilled, and she might have to make do with less, but she'd move on... He reached for his T-shirt; time to go home. He'd killed the mood, anyway...