We wandered down the street, looking for the next bar. We found one called the Dollhouse, and decided to go in. We found a table and immediately order...ed our drinks. I had the need to go to the restroom, and excused myself from my friends. On my way back to the table, I noticed a woman alone on the dance floor. Her dark red hair was cascading down past her shoulders, her red halter top barely containing her 34D breasts, and her tight black skirt showing off her shapely ass. I stood there,. Her throat felt sore and her pussy was as always dripping wet. If man would enter her room, he would feel offended. She felt her sphincter hasn’t returned to its normal size but she wasn’t worried about that. Takira was afraid. ?What will happen to me?? she wondered. Her training is over. She’ll probably end up in a firm. She thought about her youth; a family adopted her. All Slave girls were adopted. She thought about children. She couldn’t have children; she was sterilized. That was standard. Again on next day on same time I got the miscall and I was eagerly waiting for it and we started talking like there is no tomorrow and slowly we started sharing every single things of our life, our past, our dreams, our wish and every single thing that a mature boy and girl that talks. she started to enjoy my humor talks and even I too started enjoy talking to her and believe me guys the day I started talking to her I never opened ISS or any sites to masturbate it was just her in my dreams and. “I lost my bra” whispered Sammi, giggling.“Paul probably has it, a souvenir” said Jane, both girls laughed loudly. “mine is all twisted” she went on to say, as she reached into her dress. I was staring in my mirror, just catching a glimpse of the top of her dark nipple as she fixed her bra. My cock responding to the recent memory by stiffening up. Jane continued whispering, “did you do it”? Sammi nodded, then leaned into her friend, whispering right into her ear. Both girls laughed, then Jane.