“Do you want something to eat?” I nonchalantly asked. Cindy smiled and then mischievously peered down at my lap. Her gaze was obvious. “Food-wis...e,” I replied. “How about if we stop off at the liquor store?” Cindy asked. “What do you want?” I asked. “An ice cold beer or two,” Cindy replied. “I want to get wasted.” I chuckled. “Then we should have stayed at the party,” I countered. “Oh hell no,” Cindy shot back. “I hate freaking parties. I like one-on-one time.” “Well,” I jokingly replied, “I. "I'm going to have to be up here for the demonstration as I intend to use my slave. Do you have a problem with that?" No sir. I'm looking forward to it, in fact."I called Marcia to my side and unhooked her leash. I handed her over to Ben."Show me what you can do with this piece of equipment, Ben."Apparently the word went around the exhibition hall that my slave was going to be demonstrating another piece of equipment. Another large crowd began to form around his stage. Ben was going to be happy. Behind it was the ruler of Barbaria... a tall, magnificently-built woman. Black-haired; dark eyes blazing. Imperious. Contemptuous. Radiating power.She was, to my shocked surprise, quite naked. And obviously indifferent to our gaze. We could as well have been a****ls. At her feet was the Lady Flavia, also naked, with her arms roped up behind her back. Around her head was fastened a series of straps and, in turn, these straps were fastened to a harness about Princess Alexena’s waist. There were. Thanks Mrs...Carmen." You're welcome. Put your mom back on." Okay."And that was it. It seemed so harmless. Normal. Put those sex fiendthoughts out of my head. But, as it turns out, she had communicated withmy dick and head in some sexual way.Carmen turned out to be a very good actress. You would never guess shewas kinky, muy kinky.I phoned her the next afternoon. Since summer vacation had just begun andI had zilch going on in my life, I could cut her grass any day of theweek. She laughed at.