My breath thickened in my throat as Tom Henry caught Jericho leaning too far forward, falling unexpectedly over the slave's back. The larger man seeme... to tumble over Tom somehow, somersaulting as if they'd planned and rehearsed that deft ballet, and I stood up, forgetting everything else so that my purse fell into the lap of the man in front of me.Jericho landed on his back hard in the dirt with his head between Tom Henry's feet and my Master's slave dropped himself quickly to take advantage. And to a lot of the other guys, too. She is a dish, a looker, a babe - whatever the current slang is.Her name is Donna Newby, and she is about as tall as I am and wears awful short skirts. Yeah, Newby, honest. Like most of the other reporters, she carries a tiny tape recorder and a folded notepad. She wears glasses, big-framed glasses that slide down her short nose, and she looks as serious as anyone can who is that pretty and long-legged. I have no idea what color she thinks her hair is. I. Amy giggled, a decidedly welcome sound, especially of late. "I'm sorry, Mom. I just couldn't resist. I get Daddy so often; I have to get you when I can." Well, I was thinking of forgiving you, but because of that, I think I will hold a grudge a little longer ... until you prove yourself, little lady!"Amy's face fell. "Mom, I know..."Victoria's face beamed. "Ha! I got you too! It's ok, Amy. I could never hold a grudge against you. Your Dad would never let me, even if I wanted to. You're his. Judi was standing across from her, having removed her jacket she was now wearing just her black lace bustier and black thigh highs with their lace tops. The bustier was cut so that most of her breasts remained exposed, including her large pink nipples. Concentrating on their wine and conversation they didnt notice me immediately, so I waited and watched until Jess turned her head. Is everything ready then? She asked. Ive got the bedroom set-up for what wed discussed. I acknowledged. I brought.