CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Daniela was serving drinks by the poker table as the men were milling around. This was the same crowd that had taken her so brutally the week before. She kept her eyes focused on the tray and the floor, feeling painfully embarrassed about what she’d revealed to these men. It was bad enough that her master made her wear handcuffs as she served the drinks – he was treating her like the common thief she was – but Fitch, the man who’d f****d her t**s, was in the room, looking at her with a gleam in his eyes that made her wither inside. The others were just as bad, making sidelong glances, their eyes brimming with anticipation.
Then there was Jessica, moving into the room, as beautiful as ever, wearing a pale blue robe embroidered with a delicate cascade of flowers. The silky
