Jasmine bent her head, she hates what she's seeing. If she was aware of such things taking place here, she wouldn't bother to wait until they're done.

Her head was still bent when Greg breathed heavily and glanced at him.

"Who authorized you to come in here?" He asked her, while he was sweating profusely despite the air conditioner in the room.

She lifted her head. "I'm sorry master, I came with your lunch…"

"And so fucking what? You weren't thought to knock before you came in. I'm supposed to order you right?" He yelled.

She nodded. "Yes, I never thought of you being with anybody, so I opened the...