The house was a large old Victorian house split into a lot of rooms like Tracey's, a girl in each one. Tracey knew there were twelve girls living ther...e and eight of them were slaves, owned by Mr Chambers the landlord who lived at the top of the house.She had no idea why he wanted 8 slaves but she could guess as he was an odious fat little creep! She also guessed that he needed at least some free girls to live there as they could pay rent which kept him afloat. There weren’t too many jobs. "It's ok. you still have time to use your toy."Kristy did not suspect her mother to say. "Thanks but, I want something more. Would you mind helping me out?"Not knowing what to say next, Kristy watched her mother sit on the bed next to her. "I guess."Before she could even respond, Kristy felt her mother's hand touch her sensitive clit. It sent shock waves through her like never before. Wanting to say stop she let her mother rub her womanhood not being able to resist the ecstasy of it. Then,. At home Johanna asked what took so long. He said he had to getused to that type of VCR. She could tell he was lying. She feltdeceived and didn't know what to do about it. The next night the call was repeated but when he got there shetold him he didn't have to program the VCR, that it was party time.They adjourned right to her bedroom and he stripped in record time. When she called the third night Johanna asked him why he didn'tshow her how to program the VCR by herself. He said he would. . and lost her hair and stuff... and she was down to skin and bones and was pale and weak... Boss, would you blame her for having her disease? Could you do that?"I sat frozen for a long time. I'd had some thoughts along this line, but Carl threw a vivid image at me--one I could not ignore or set aside. What he was requiring me to do was examine my core beliefs and wonder whether I was a real man or a Hollywood image of one.Did I want my pride (my ego?) and my instinctive revulsion at the.