I expected her to refuse to talk to me if I did call her, but I felt there was some small chance that she might be willing to talk to me, if she knew ...it was just the two of us talking now, rather than all four of us like it had been. She hadn't spoken to me in the limo, but maybe she was waiting for me to say something first. I picked up the phone and dialed her number from memory. Brenda answered the phone on the first ring, which surprised me."Hello, Brenda?" What do you want?" Hostile tone,. I tried another topic. "Why do you like stars so much?" 'Cause they're pretty." You are pretty," I said."No, I am not," she replied, after a moment of hesitation."Yes, you are." I turned around, facing her. She was still looking at the sky. There was only the tiniest crescent moon on the sky, but it was enough to distinguish her silhouette, to see her light brown eyes shining and the light brown hair, which I longed so much for, draped around her face."Yeah, that's why I am a supermodel," she. Do you know why I stunned you, slave??Paige was still in a fog. She had no idea what prompted Mike to hurt her.?Slave Paige, I asked you a question, now answer me!? he demanded.?Sir, I?m really not sure. I?m recovering from a terrible sting to my tit. And, I can?t think straight. With my hands under my ass, I feel so exposed and vulnerable lying here. But, I?ll tell you this, my cunt is on fire just as my tit is. I think I going to cum again.??Don?t you dare, slave. Keep yourself under control. She promised, but who knows? Anyway, once dressed, she looked stunning. Her legs looked spectacular, and the dress hugged her ass in such a way that it almost made me cum. Her braless nipples were quite noticeable through the clingy fabric of the dress, and they were already standing at attention. As we pulled up to the Hilton downtown, Anne Marie gave me an inquisitive look. What are you scamming? She asked. Nothing, baby. I just want to have a few drinks in the hotel bar. I lied. Actually it.