“Come in,” Sky called out. Augusta’s heart was in her mouth. But the male who came in the door was not Lawrence. He was about the same age, but stockier, with a face that was strong, even rugged, with none of the almost feminine prettiness of Lawrence. Augusta glanced down at his c**k. She was pleased to see it was a good size, though it was not erect.
“What’s your name?” Sky said.
“We don’t really have names,” he said.
“We’ve got to call you something,” Augusta said.
“I’ll answer to Andrew,” he replied.
“Good. I am Sky and this is Augusta. Come here.”
He approached, somewhat nervously. Sky ran her fingers through his hair. “You are here to serve us. You will do whatever we require. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” he said.
Sky took his n*****s between fingers and thumbs. She pinched the
