"You look perfect, Clifford," said Tracy as she ran her eyes up and down his body. "Do you have the brew with you?"He bent down and patted a small gym... bag at his feet."Yes I have it right here. Just remember though, you only need a few drops." He looked pointedly at Stacy. She had used half a bottle on Kerry and Ian. They still hadn't been seen at school and rumors where running rife about what happened to them. Stacy had started most of those rumors."Okay then, Clifford, grab the bag and we. God, he looked nice! I loved his dirty blond hair and hazel eyes, and the shirt he was wearing today really showed off his chest muscles and abs. My eyes strayed lower, and I smiled to myself. His jeans were kinda tight for a guy. I sauntered over to him, making up the excuses of returning books to their locations and asking customers if they were ok. When I reached him, I leaned down on his counter, propping up my elbows and peering up into his dark green eyes. He smiled at me. “Hey how’s it. Gave me? Why?" To be rid of you." I don't believe you!" she was begging to look more concerned."It's true. That's what we do here. We train sex slaves, and sell them at auction." Sex...? I... I don't believe you. Untie me...Now!" she started to struggle against her bonds."You will be trained to please your master, then you will be sold to the highest bidder." You're crazy! Let me up!" You will not leave here until you are sold." This is insane! You can't just... I have rights!" Not here, you. I wanted her naked, out of control on a bed with the sole intention of getting fucked, which I gathered women were perfectly capable of, despite their tendency to make you take things slowly.There is a theory that if you want to see how a girl will turn out, just look at her mother, and I decided to give that a whirl. Mrs Hubert was short and round, with a rather large nose, but there was a lot of Mandy about her, except in one notable department: she had nice big tits while Mandy had missed.