Michael is the last to come and greet Melissa. He leads her back to the manor.
He stares wide-eyed at Jason. Heck, Michael, some of us are actually doing something, not just run around aimlessly in some tunnels, I want to tell him. But then again, why should I tell him anything. Jason's out of the game already, and although I'm not exactly proud of my deed every heir less is a step closer to victory.
On the way up he kept throwing accusations at me. I remained completely calm, to my own surprise. "Jason, you knew what was at stake. You knew the rules. You fucked up, now you are enslaved. That's it. And you won't go back to Kentucky. Ever. But, you know, when I become the new Mistress of this island, you will likely get to fuck my pussy quite often. If I'm 'aving a very good day it might even be my asshole. What do you think would 'appen to you if Marigay or Michael are your Master? Do you think you'll enjoy that? So, think about it."
It seemed as if he finally realized his fate. At least he was silent for the rest of the way, hopefully thinking about my words.
"Sillitta, please bring us some breakfast, I could do with a strong coffee and some croissants."
I follow her to the kitchen and use the time until she has the coffee ready to have a talk with her. She's a bright girl, luckily. And she knows Michael all too well. So I don't have too much troubles to convince her of my plan.
We return to the dining room. Only Melissa is present, Jason must have left to haul her luggage to her room.
I sit down beside Melissa and while we eat the croissants and drink the coffee I tell her about the island.
She's shocked. And then she silently starts to sob. I put my arm around her, consoling her. And admire her boobs, of course. Once in a while images of Melissa, Sillitta and Jason, all totally naked and pleasing me, flash through my head. There's definitely worse scenarios I could think of.