“Oh, no, no, no,” I said, and stepped closer. I took her hands in mine, felt the suppressed, quivering excitement. “My name is Odelle. And with your permission I will call you Betty, as a friend and equal. And together we will show these slaves just how unequal they are.”
***
My new friend Betty and I had made a couple of little detours on the way to Santo in the dungeon; first to gather up her little snatch of a slave p***y, then the new c**k I had thrown in solitary. Patrick had blinked at the sudden light and quickly backed up against the concrete wall. A short time in the dark made him pliable, but I still needed to coax him into my waiting hands.
“C’mon, Patrick,” I said, with a gentle sweetness. “C’mon, baby.” I approached him slowly, careful that he didn’t piss himself in fear. “
