Do you understand?" She looks at me getting no response but not appearing worried by it. "There is a problem though. Vyera is an adult name and you ar...e a slave, so we need something else." None of this makes any sense but perhaps it is the least absurd feature of my life here. "We will call you Vyerochka, which is the child's version of Vyera, like 'little Vyera' do you see?"I'm now beyond mere anger at the patronising way she is speaking to me. How dare she talki to me this way, How dare she. .. there,” pointing at my crotch. I giggled and replied, “Well Helen, I think you might be right but you are currently not wearing yours correctly either." She looked down towards her pussy half showing because of the poor placement of her bikini briefs. She blushed and quickly placed both her hands over her pink puffy vagina and we both giggled. Helen, removing her hands, said, “Oh well I guess you have already seen my pussy back in the classroom didn’t you? I let you look then so why not. The silence was awed, they needed no words to explain what they saw, for each had the eye for the beauty around them. She laughed, now the daylight was in full display, and the colors of the early morning had dissipated. "My husband could never understand why I got up so early to watch that show. He never fully understood my desire to capture it on film." It was nice to find someone who could appreciate the beauty, as she did. He smiled at her, "I forgot to take pictures. I was rather. Meaning that they would be seeking entertainment and the type of entertainment that these blokes wanted, was not the sore you invited your grandmother to.'Why?' He asked himself. 'Did they decide to visit the city in the middle of the holidays? Don't they realise that some people may be away, like two of the women I employ to satisfy their urges?" As his vehicle joined in the flow of traffic he continued his private conversation. 'I shouldn't have shown my interest in organizating.