I wasn't even that sure she had been serious about it.We had been on our holiday in Jamaica for about 4 days and found “our spot” by the pool with... the right amount of shade for me and Sun for Sarah and the pool guys and beach butlers had gotten to know us, and what time we sauntered down, so towels all sorted, as was a glass of fizz for Sarah and a nice cold beer for me.I have to say, having a wife with gingery blonde hair, a more than an ample set of breasts (36D) who was happy to prance. Another friend whom I had grown up with talked me into goingto his brainwashing concentration camp of a youth group. First trip outwas a planned mall outing followed by the usual Bible stuff. After wereturned to the church the true intent of the trip had become clear: buymerchandise of satan to destroy it. Evidently satan happened to beMetallica and other assorted rock and roll groups. Plus one boy band and,truthfully, that one I was willing to believe.We quickly walked out way down the halls. ‘Good, Eddie’ she gasped, lowering her head and biting down on his nipple. Time for his release. Straightening, she bounced faster, throwing her head and body back, her hands grasping her ankles behind her as she gave him her first pussy ripple. ‘Time for you to cum…’ ‘Oh God…’ His body jerked like a puppeteer was pulling it. She fired a second ripple, then a third. Eddie’s face twisted like a tortured prisoner. ‘Ohgodohgodohgodohgod…’ He burst like a fireman hosing the inside of a building,. At the moment you were in possession of three slaves. Amy, your own little pet. Shelly, ready to be sold at next weeks market. And Tim, a new recruit who had been mostly broken in but still questioned you occasionally. You kept them in your secret room, a hard plank as a bed and a blanket as cover, a bowl of water each and a chain around their necks that attached to the wall. You hooked them up during the night and let them do your bidding at day. You weren't the nastiest of the slavers, you.