?Closing my eyes I take a deep calming breath and think to myself. ?I can do this, whatever this man wants I can do. I am strong, I am a survivor an...d I want to live.? Once more my hand reaches for the top button of my blouse and this time with a much steadier hand I unclasp it. Moving quickly, not giving myself time to reconsider I open the remaining buttons and slide the blouse off my shoulders.?The skirt next my lady,? he commands. Obeying I reach behind my back and unzip the skirt. “And you’re quite a lady, yourself,” Chester said, looking at Wilma, liking how their eyes met.“So, you got plans for later?” Wilma asked, taking another drink. “You mush be busy or something,” she added and smiled, waving her hand back and forth in front of her face like a fan, “Hey, I’m getting a little woozy.” she added, chuckling.“Plans,” Chester repeated. “Nothing I can’t cancel,” he answered, looking into Wilma’s eyes.“That’s good,” Wilma said.“Why?” Chester asked, bringing his drink to. "Hello, this is Katie," Pam said as she answered the phone with her "make believe" name that she used when she was working with the phone sex business. She thought Katie sounded a bit sexier than Pam and they'd always recommended that she not use her real name -- just in case. Pam thought of even picking a more sexy name but Katie had seemed to work and she got lots of repeat requests so she knew it was the phone sex she gave and not the name she used that made the most difference."Hi, Katie,. But all reserves seemed to have gone. “Kneel...” ordered Venetia. Xena’s mouth twisted; a convulsion ran over her features. Utter desperation... utter despair. “N-No ...no... don’t make me ...”she said in a sobbing voice. She had become aware that the luxuriously gowned women around her were ex-slaves and that she was being made an exhibition of. “Very well,” said Venetia resignedly. “Put her in suspension again.” “NOOO... OOOOOO!” It was a shriek of despairing dread. She could not stand any.