Though just like fairy tales and romantic comedies ending at the wedding, stories and roleplays of breaking the will of a kidnapped slave always stop ...after the exciting parts. The monotonous routine of the day-to-day slave life afterwards is almost never depicted, hardly ever mentioned, but it would have taken a little longer for those doldrums to have set in.He did leave her with one thing. Her cell phone had a text message containing a photo of her lying naked on her bed, the collar and cuffs. The cocks in my hands erupted jet after jet of milky cream allover my fingers and as the prison guards orgasms intensified, ropes ofsemen shot over my skirt, blouse and neck and I also felt a stream of itland in my hair. All four guards were grunting and squealing as they came."Take that bitch!" one of the guards standing beside me yelled as hepulled his cock out of my hand and directed his final streams of semenall over my legs.The hot semen soaked through my stockings, searing my flesh. The. We would bring all the girls there and make out all the time and those that would fuck us did there where no one would bother us. Anyway, Pam was hanging on my arm and in no time, sitting on the bench seat I started kissing on her and playing with her tits. I looked over at Connie and she had a big smile on her face. I said, “Hey Connie have you ever seen Pam’s tits before?” She said, “Hell yes, lots of times.” I looked at Pam and said, “I think it’s time that I see them to.” . With a sheepish smile, I shrugged. She smiled and shook her head."I guess we can expect some complaining phone calls or more eager voyeurs in the future," she said with a sigh.I almost laughed at her, but her face turned serious."What did you do to her, to me?" she asked."Well, she was still typing, but she wanted me close," I started to explain.I kissed her cheek, and then turned her to face the computer. She clicked to open the last document from the night before. It was the graph of random.