I might be your boss some day, so you'd better be nice to me."Laura lowered her voice. "I think I've always been 'nice' to you."She let her eyes say t...he rest. Nobody ever made you come the way I have, Yvette. Nobody has fucked you the way I have. Not Arthur. Certainly not that witch Rhonda.Yvette had been promoted to a level one step above Laura. Now they were no longer equals. Laura felt uneasy. Not that Yvette didn't deserve it, but Laura did know how she spread that beautiful black pussy. His dark roving hands moved down to her bikini bottoms,the last vestige of her modesty. Miriam surprisedherself when she lifted her hips slightly to aidMathuga in taking off the bottom portion of her skimpybikini.The young black cabana boy saw that her pussy hair wasas blonde as the hair on her beautiful head.“You have beautiful blonde hair, Ma’am,” he whisperedinto her ear. “I especially love real blondes.”Miriam spread her thighs to let Mathuga rub theprotective oil over her firm thighs. His. Uh oh. She only called me Franklin when she wanted something."No! I am not taking a new contract or commission, right now! So the answer is no, whatever it is," I told her firmly."John Royce wants you to do the cover and also a drawing for each chapter. He wants a drawing of a scene from that chapter, as a hint," she said excitedly, ignoring me.I paused. Wow, only probably the best writer of fiction anywhere. Of course he would want something when I had to do something else. I sighed."No," I. Which was the name that I chose to use on this occasion, in fact. After all, they would hardly know me from never having met before.“Who are you and what do you wish from us?” the new Spice King, much thinner than the old one who once dealt with Dany, demanded of me.“I am the priest Mastara and I have come to bring justice and wisdom to Qarth, the greatest city that ever was or ever will be! These are my acolytes, servants of our Gods under my tutelage!” I declared to the smirking, scornful.