”“Oh Mistress, it is no performance, believe me! I am genuinely sorry for the way I have been behaving with Master and I am trying very hard to be... what he wants me to become. I was hoping you could help me… Master likes the way you are in bed with him and he is not happy with me. I was hoping you could help me be more of the slut that he wants me to be,” I told her.“I see. So what you are telling me is that you want me to teach you how to fuck like a slut then? I wonder why that is–maybe so. He was actually grinding into her pussy as they danced and she was responding to it. Her head was nuzzled into his shoulder and his hand stroked her ass. I watched intently and was smiling as she had a good time. The song ended and they parted smiling. After a while another song began and the other black guy asked to dance with her and off they went. He took off where the other man ended but this guy was really into the slow grind. I could tell she was getting into also. The guy with us at the. You can't win 'em all.I felt better in an old skirt and a pullover, sitting down to eat. David wasn't a cordon bleu cook, but I was starving and felt loved - conditionally perhaps, but loved."I think you'd better give me the messages first." I said, nervously. "Are you teasing me?" Edward's eyes were round and I remembered Benjamin as a child, the youngest, fascinated and silenced by grown up conversations. Always understanding much, much more than we credited. "Is this fit for Edward? Robert. I felt almost as lost as I had when I first met Raven. She helped Jordan tell me about my heritage, but they danced around issues while they talked. I had an idea of what they were talking about now, but I didn't like the half-hints.Raven looked at me. "You know the seriousness of what's happening, right?"I nodded hesitantly, thinking she was talking about what had befallen Danielle. "I'd rather not get anyone else involved, if I had a choice."Raven shook her head. "You don't have a choice. You.