I pushed her shoulder and said stop it now, this night was for you to get some BBC not me.A song came on and Wendy got up to dance, she called for me ...to follow her, but I said I needed to sit for a bit, the real reason was that my pussy was on fire, my stomach felt like it had butterflies dancing around in there, and my nipples where sticking out of my dress they were so hard, you need to understand my nipples are the same size as my thumb nail, so when they stick out, everybody looks at them. ..in a gym, he was sculpted, tattoos up each arm, definitely....not...from the same school as Nick and Richard.To be honest the first two days were a blur but royally fun, we went walking the shops, eating out, flirting with the waitresses, hell Richard talked two into coming up one night, to test the hot tub,we all danced ,drank, played a little pool,I think they were enjoying running our temperatures up, and that they damn well did ,but it was Richard that ended up escorting them home because. As well as in the next 5 years I had sex with every one of them on many occasions. I also found out something else. I found out that these men were not good guys. Warrior they were called but to serve what exactly I did not know. But it seems it was something to obtain power and money. Over the 5 years the mansion became a “palace”.It was a typical days as a sex slave, 5 years after it all started. I was in the throne room. And of course the leader of the gang was sitting in his elaborate (lazy. ‘Ok,’ replied the driver in his heavy accent, ‘ but firzt I haf to drop of dis man to Brooklyn.’ She hadn’t noticed there was another passenger in the cab. She looked to the side and to her surprise, it was Hudson Banach. He was wearing a ‘Wall Street’ power suit, navy blue, with a red tie and his jet-black hair was slicked back. He was obviously undercover doing a similar assignment, posing as a Manhattan denizen in need of cab service. He looked at Lexa and grinned. ‘Hey there,’ he said to.