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had removed the brush from the stimulator cap and locked the cap into place again over Kathy’s clitoris. “That is so you can’t touch,” Miko said. “Now we get your ready for Master.”
    “I would like to wear a blindfold, Miko. I can’t bear to look at him, those bulging eyes, that long, thin nose, his pockmarked skin, oh God...his cracked lips and the rotten stubs of his teeth. Miko, you’ve seen his horrible feet and I...I... got to my knees before him and ...and..., please let me be blindfolded, Miko, please.”
    “No blindfold. Be careful what you say and do. Everything recorded on video. Abul and Madam Khe look at video, then send to Mr. Satomi. If you don’t show Abul respect and do what he say, maybe Mr. Satomi give you to Abul for rest of time on contract. Maybe Mr. Satomi bring your sister-in-law here and take her instead of you. Think about that.”
    They seated Kathy at the makeup table and, after rubbing her body with scented oil, they applied dark mascara to her eyes and a very dark red lipstick to her mouth, which they then coated with the oily gloss. They dressed her in a white form-fitting satin evening gown and slipped her feet into white heels. “Abul wants you to look like rich American woman who comes to his quarters because she wants him...wants to make love with him.”
    “Leaves husband at night so she can give herself to Abul because he is Master,” Mi Jong added. “Wishes to be more beautiful for Abul, more...more, how you say...more desirable than ever was for husband.”
    Kathy looked at herself in the mirror. The gown shimmered. It clung to her body like a second skin. The neck dipped low, exposing the upper halves of her breasts. Her nipples pressing against the satin, were clearly visible. She appeared, as Mi Jong had expressed it, more beautiful, more desirable than she ever had before. “Oh, God,” she said, “I can’t do this, I can’t go to Abul...I can’t stand to look at him, can’t stand to have him touch me...he’s...he’s...so...”
    “Be quiet,” Miko said. “Think about how you need to show respect. How you are going to give him pleasure. Think about what will happen if you don’t.”
    Abul’s rooms were much like Madam Khe’s but not as ornate or as tastefully furnished. The walls were painted a rust color and hung with many full-length mirrors. Against one wall stood a long red velvet couch. In front of the couch was a mirrored coffee table. On either side of the table were large burgundy leather wingback chairs. Behind the couch was a narrow table on which were silver decanters and glasses. In the wall behind the couch and table was a huge fireplace. A fire was blazing in it. To the right stood a king-sized bed with an intricate wrought iron headboard and footboard. Wall sconces lit the room with a soft light. On the floor was a luxurious dark red carpet. Abul, wearing only a white silk dressing gown, was sitting in one of the leather chairs, a drink in his hand. Miko closed the door. Kathy wanted to throw herself against the oak planks of the door and scream.
    “Come here, Mrs. Ryan,” Abul said. Slowly, she moved toward him but avoided looking directly at him. When she had approached within ten feet, he held up his hand to stop her. He spent several minutes looking at her. He took a long drink. His left hand lay in his crotch. He closed his fingers around his hardening cock. His bony face, thin lips, yellow teeth, and fierce black eyes caused her to bow her head. She couldn’t bear to look at him for long. He chuckled, “Tell me Mrs. Ryan, who is your Master here?”
    Her head still bowed, Kathy murmured, “You are my Master.”
    “Yes, I am your Master. You must never again forget that. The first time we met you made a big mistake. You believed you were the master and I was the servant.” His hands gripped the arms of the chair. He turned his head and spat on the floor. “You ordered me to leave your house. You threatened to call the