Trust me." How do I know if I can trust you." Do you have any choice?"She looked down again.When the beers and food arrived, she became happier and mo...re relaxed, but the questions kept coming: "Well, Auntie, I suppose at least I should know your name." Julia." Felicity. But I hate my name. My Mum's very posh, or thinks she is. Call me Flix."'Flix' downed over half her glass of beer in one draught; she must have been dry. And she feasted hungrily on the nibbles as we began to chat. Nothing she. Aren’t I? No, that cannot possibly fit. My legs are limp, hanging down along both my lovers. I hear Tim in my ear, “Lift your knees, spread yourself and pull your knees to you. Get them up and I will help hold you open to him. Your cunt will be at a better angle.”“What? You mean …?”“Yes, you will take his knot. You will experience a fullness like none other.”I do what he tells me. I separate my legs further and pull my knees up. Tim takes them and pulls them alongside me. I am totally open now. Reading her file was quite entertaining learning that she was enslaved during a visit back home from university where she was learning quantum physics. It had taken a lot of heavy training to turn Grace from a studious bookworm into this slut I was looking at now. Her previous owner had described that her favourite things in the world was getting hit with a cane and sucking cock. She can rest assured knowing that she will get plenty of both.Finally there was Tabitha. A fiery redhead whose hair. Her hair was matted and she was wearing a sweatshirt, baggy jeans and tennis shoes. Her usually immaculate house was a mess, the floor didn't appear to have been vacuumed in weeks, and dishes were piled up in the sink.I put myself to work and within just a few hours when she woke up; I had it looking almost like brand new again. After greeting her with a quick hug and kiss I sent her upstairs to take a shower. After, finishing up the dishes I met her at the bathroom door. Her hair was wrapped.