Yellow,” she answered.

“Yes, Mrs. Jackson?” I asked, confused

“Umm…instead of calling you sir, can I call you Mr. Cain? You’re teaching me so much, it feels more…honest.”

“What do you want to be called?” I asked.

“Girl is good.” She blushed. “I like being called a good girl.”

“Good,” her eyes shot towards mine, but I just continued talking, “are we green?”

“Green,” she agreed.

Her lips and hands followed my cock, but I rose.

“Clean yourself up and get yourself dressed up, sexy, then meet me in your home gym.”

“Yes, Mr. Cain!” she bounced to her feet, licked the cum off her lips and moved towards her own room as I headed into the shower, taking the phone with me.

A quick check showed only one announcement:

Submission Increase: Diamond Jackson: +55 (+2)

With that done, I checked in on the others. Asa was still aroused from last night, as Andre hadn’t been able to quench her needs before he’d been called in to work. Kianna was dreaming of being gangbanged by every one of Asa’s lovers. I shouldn’t have been surprised that she was a freak inside, given Asa, but still…

Of the others, only Harley was aroused enough for me to get information and that was just that she was sexually aroused by how useful she’d been to the Joker and felt that his failure to communicate with her was a form of edging and she was desperately looking forward to her final release…

I took a quick shower and headed down to the home gym. It was a nice place, a few weight sets, that were clearly for Andre, a treadmill, elliptical and an open space that was probably for yoga. I looked around it, then finally let myself look at Diamond.

She was stunningly beautiful, in a tiny bikini with some sort of pattern on it and impressively tall, fuck-me heels. She posed, waiting for my comment. “Clever of you to realize you need to wear something you can exercise in.”

“Thank you, Mr. Cain.”

“And something that won’t be bothered by getting wet.”

Her eyes widened and pupils flared with lust. “Yes, Mr. Cain.”

“Now, I’m sure you didn’t get that body without exercising. What’s your normal routine?”

“Half an hour of yoga, then half an hour on the treadmill, Mr. Cain.”

“Begin.”

“Yes, Mr. Cain.”

She bent at the hip, thrusting her ass out as she started undoing her incredibly high heels. “Did I tell you to take those off?”

“No, Mr. Cain,” she said, “but I can’t work out in high heels.”

“Why not?”

“My balance will be off, Mr. Cain, I’ll fall.”

“I won’t let you fall, silly girl,” I said, standing in front of her.

“But…but…my personal trainer said--”

“Your personal trainer is an employee, they’re trying to help you get the body you want. I am not your employee, I’m teaching you how to get the body I want."