I was wondering how we would fill the rooms; promises to make your partner sexually excited would be fraught with problems and cynicism.Maisie chuckle...d. "Easy. You don't get laid, we don't get paid. That's one hell of a guarantee! We will have the money, I just need a couple more things." Her eyes looked at Rebecca and sniffed. "I need to draw up a contract for Katie and her neighbours, a contract for us, 50/50. And I also need to find a zapper that works on men." I groaned, but Maisie was. When she turned 18, her sisters' lover ****d her and she turned lesbian. Now she was spending the next 20 years in prison for a crime she didn't commit. At every parole hearing, she swore up and down that her stepfather was dead when she found him but no one believed her. Over the past 5 years that she had been in prison, she had been four different women's bitches until one day she rebelled and turned the baddest bitch in the prison into her love slave.Unfortunately, Mitzy had been transferred. He welcomed me in, we shook hands while introducing ourselves and he seemed very happy to see me. I quickly noticed the video camera and lights in his living room area. He showed me to the back bedroom where the clothes he had purchased for me were placed neatly on the bed. He went back to the living room for me to change. I had never worn stockings before and my toe nails kept getting snagged. I put on the grey plaid skirt and white top. While I was getting dressed. Someone else arrived. To my. Back and forth She went across the hall skirting the fire pit the flames from it glistening from the sheen of honey, sweat and secretions which covered Her willing body. Each of the multitude of warriors indicated his desire with a raised or lowered thumb and thus Her mouth and gaping cunt were both filled again and again as the host became more drunk and more and more lustful. Though not one of these hard men took Her arse; that would be reserved for the king when she finally presented.