"That is most disappointing Mrs. Devon-Slut!" Mistress shoutedwith emphasis. "Please, I don?t want this any more. I want out. Please let me go.I made ...a mistake. Perhaps I am not into this much pain. Please release me." Jessicawas begging now. "Did you forget your contract, Slut?" She spoke to one of theguards,"Jeremy, go to my office and bring me a copy of her contract." Yes Keeper." Fuck you and your contract!" Jessica shouted."I doubt that sweetie. However, I can arrange for you to fuck your. I turn my back for a split second, only to find that she's nowhere to be seen. My mouth goes dry, my heart missing a beat, perspiring as I begin to wonder what her game is."The toilets are around the back, pal!" The bartender signals, as if reading my mind.I make a beeline for the ladies washroom. Once there, I notice that there are three cubicles, two of which were occupied. I stand there dumbfounded, not wanting to appear as some kind of pervert. She has to be in here somewhere, I mutter to. I’m wearing a black tanktop with no bra to hide my small, 32 B tanned chest and a short jean skirt that ended right after my round butt. My heels added 4 inches to my 5’8 which would bring me up to eye level with Andrew. The doorbell rang and I excitedly made my way to the door to receive my guest. Andrew stood at 6 feet tall, having deep blue eyes and a slightly tanned skin with a plain old white T shirt that were accompanied by khakis and casual blue shoes. He has such a charming smile, funny. "I'm displaying what you are forfeiting, Jacques; but Caroline is a worthy winner of your heart and I bear her no ill will. In any case many beaux will be calling on me, and I shall soon find another with whom to share a sausage."Next morning I got dressed in uniform; buckled a sword belt around my waist with my broadsword in the scabbard, then set out to collect Becky and Zinnia to visit the publishers of 'Frankenstein'. I took a hackney cab to Bloomsbury Square, and only had to wait an hour.