He grabbed the arm of the server who had dropped the tray and buckled one cuff on her wrist. He had on one of the medallions and told me that once all the slaves were assembled, he would get me ‘suited up’ and we would be ready to begin.”
“Chrissy was standing with the other team, but there was no slave with her yet. After that she just hung limply panting for breath.”
“‘Billy leaned over to me and whispered, ‘Toni drops a tray at the first meal every year. There will be eight of us.'”
“I thought that when she said ‘we’ would be in number seven, she meant her and I, but when we got to the cabins, Billy followed us in. I gave a low whistle and said, “Very nice,” as she entered the room. I heard a loud beeping and one the Mistresses on the other side of us walked off the court. “Isn’t that why you have this fancy machine?” she asked as she dumped the dregs out of my mug and placed it
