" Again she complied. The camera flashed. "Now face me." She turned to face the camera, her mouth still open. Another flash. "Hands down, mouth closed...." Flash. "Eyes up. Look at me." Flash. "Excellent!"He sat in the guest chair directly in front of her and reached between her legs, stroking her black pussy. "Excellent," he said softly, "nice and wet. Just the way a nigger girl should be."Shanika had been aware of her growing arousal and could feel the dampness between her legs. His touch. Already confident of the answer, I asked anyway, ‘What are you doing here?’ He answered politely enough, ‘We rented it for the night. Sorry, Marshal, if you’re lookin’ fer a place ta bunk, there ain’t the room for even one more. I think the other cabins are full too.’ I stifled my rising anger, because despite the mob scene earlier, these men had done nothing wrong. They rented the cabins in good faith. ‘These cabins were supposed to be empty. Who did you rent from? And how much did he charge?’. When she did, she smiled. ‘Good morning, Mr. Drunk.’ I shrugged my shoulders. ‘Sorry about that.’ ‘No problem. We didn’t feel much like working last night anyway. There were more girls there to work than guys to watch. They let us off early.’ ‘How did you guys get me up the stairs and into bed?’ She grinned. ‘George.’ ‘Oh. Did you guys drive my car home, too?’ ‘Yep.’ She looked over my shoulder. ‘Did you wake Livy?’ ‘No, she’s still sleeping.’ ‘You should go in there and wake her with a little. She knew she still loved Mel, how could she not. Each time she thought of him now though, Stephen would crowd her thoughts confusing her. She touched her lips as she often did when she thought about Stephen, he was so like Mel but yet so different. He was confident, demanding, controlling and like Mel had a softer side that few people got to see that she had only had a small glimpse of as yet. He wasn’t a commander and chief of all those around him though. Mel had been king of his domain.