We sat around the living room and sipped abottle of red wine. When Diana figured out that Zachknew about her abstinence she was livid. “Maybe Za...chcould help tune you up a bit Diana.”Diana had had a bit too drink and lifted her hands overher head as in submission. “Tell you what Robby, yousay when. I’ll let Zachy here have his way with me, andI won’t stop him until you tell me to.”“I like it D, if Zach’s OK with it.”“Yea Diane I’d. I worked with a guy who was taller than average, but a bit slow in the thinking department. We both worked for an old man who everybody in the area called ‘Gus’. I’m not sure if that was his real name or not, but that was what he was called. He had been the Chief Explosives Master at the local mines for years, as was his father before him. That may have been where he got the name, but I can’t say for sure.“I learned a lot from Gus. He taught me a lot, more than even most of the older miners. That would make you something else altogether, wouldn’t it?’ Sam looked at her blankly. ‘Come on Sam.’ she coaxed. ‘You say that you want to be a servant who doesn’t get paid. What is a servant who doesn’t get paid?’ Comprehension began to seep in with Sam, and with it a strange stirring. He had no choice but to say it. ‘A … a … slave.’ He murmured softly. Victoria’s eyes gleamed triumphantly, like an attorney on cross examination who had just cornered her prey on the witness stand. ‘Indeed. A. "Haha, like that cunt? My cock won't feel so bad if yet tits are sore." Whack, whack. Then he began squeezing my nipples,"OW, fuck stop!. Oh god, please stop. Just fuck me, I'll, be quiet." I kinda like yer screaming. And yer crying. I don't get nice fresh pussy like yours. You fuckin' high and mighty cunts. Deal with it." I couldn't deal with it. All I could do was cry in pain, my hands locked above my head, his thick cock, battering my pussy, his rough hands squeezing and pinching and.