She wondered what she would have to do for them, and if she knew, if she would also do it to get them back.She went sitting on her chair, and could ke...ep the pretense up that she didn't care what was going on. In her mind, she was thinking about things that could happen in here, and then she thought about what could be in store for them next and this made her feel somewhat better. If she would be right about what would happen next, then this would be the opportunity to prove those people on this. We were basically spooning as I ran my hands up and down her smooth tan legs and her tight waist. I would occasionally “accidentally” brush my hand up against her boob or her love triangle. She just moaned softly and let me do whatever I wanted to her. It started to turn me on that she had such trust in me even though my intentions for her were horrible. I wanted to see how far I could take things with her. My knowledge of her body was limited to hustler and what my friends knew which wasn’t. I had to have some memories modified so that I couldn't remember specific sex customers any more, but because I needed to experience slavery first hand for myself, I remember everything that was done to me. I just cannot remember names and faces. I can't even remember if it was a man or a woman—I said 'he' because most women don't waste their money on sex. They can get all the sex they want and even get something in return, a promotion, dinner, a few drinks—and that isn't classified as. Where Olaf was wiry, Adam was bulky, reminding her of a heavyweight boxer. The kind that almost looked fat – except you knew that most of the bulk would be muscle. As she looked at them, she noticed their cocks beginning to twitch. Olaf’s long member and Adam’s fat, dark-skinned one throbbed and jumped against the leather seats of their armchairs.“Well,” she said cheerily. “Looks like you guys are enjoying yourselves.”Both men laughed briefly.“Oh,” Olaf said. “You noticed?”Sarah nodded, rolling.