"Clegg grinned. "Excellent," he said, pulling up his trousers. "Have another brandy, it's the best cure I know for a hangover. If you're sitting comfo...rtably, then I'll begin."Clegg started with a question. "How much do you know about slavery today?"It was a bizarre question as a continuation of a bizarre encounter but I responded as best I could. "Err, not much. I guess these days I mainly associate it with eastern block countries, trafficking women into the west, women kept in prostitution by. Her last defence was coming down little by little, her emotions were taking over. He continued. His own satisfaction was growing as he saw her break down as the marks he was giving her became more and more visible. He finally put the little rod down and began fucking her again. He held her tight and fucked her hard; alternating between her pussy and her ass. He had marked her skin for sure, but he wanted to make sure she was going to feel him on her insides as well. He could tell she was at a. As it got higher and higher I shuffled my feet apart guessing that he wanted access to my pussy.As soon and he touched it I gasped and shuddered. He slid his hand along my slit then back and I moaned as his fingers slid over my clit.“Ready for action I see.”“Yes sir.” I said.“She’s a good one father, always wet.”Sir Thomas pulled his hand out and looked at it then smelt it.“Pleasant aroma.”Then he licked his hand.“Sweet taste too. Take your dress off girl.”I stepped back, took the dress off. She blamed Vicky for the prank. Karen introduced her friends from work, Shirley, Jane, and Joan, to the women in her life Vicky, Wendy, Angie, Cindy, Brenda, Dianne, Cathy, and Abby. Her co-workers remarked to the other, noticing all of Karen’s girls wore low-cut dresses or tops and very short hems.Vicky ensured the girls if they wanted to have a few drinks, she’d make sure they didn’t drink and drive. Karen sat surrounded by her family and friends, fearing what Vicky might have planned for her.