I had long since pulled down the slums, and had them rebuilt on more modern lines. I also made sure they were as safe as could be. I now found myself ...to be the major landlord in the previous slum area. The Builder's guild wad been happy to accommodate me. I was brining a boom of building to a Guild that had been suffering from not much work.After I was through, other people tried to buy their way into the new buildings I had put up. This I did not allow.I'd had the area cleaned, and also. She turned her head around and started to kiss me. Our toungues were dancing in eachothers mouths. The moment she bit down on my toungue, I came.“Did that feel good?”she asked.“It felt awesome,”I said as I started to pull penies out of her. Then I felt I tight clamp around my dick.“What's going on?”I asked.“Did I not tell you that until i'm satisfied, you will be my sex slave for the next 24 hours.I tried to pull out even harder. But my penis grew stronger inside this women wet, moist walls. “. "Amazed that even the thoughts of her lunch with Rhonda could wrestle control from her, Catherine's hand went to her nest, found the already engorged clit and began the flicking stimulation. Her nipples responded by hardening which made the clamps even that much more painful but with Rhonda's words egging her on, she couldn't stop. "Come on Catherine, feel those nipple clamps biting into you! Feel that talented finger of yours on that sensitive little clit." Yes, yes!" hissed Catherine, closing. Our chats went on for years. They happened at random; we never made appointments, there was the time difference and there were the hazards of business and travel. We met in a 'fem-only' room that was open to the public and in 'private rooms' that could only be visited by people who knew their name. One of those rooms I called Villa, another Wintergarden. They were just little boxes on a computer's monitor, but everything you read about in this story happened there. Ah well, almost.