He buried himself in work and tried to forget the potential implications for a while. At least until he could think calmly and clearly away from colle...ge. That evening he got home and the flat felt suddenly empty. Juliette had cleared away the breakfast things and left him a note “Thank you for a great night Mr Archer, see you soon, Love J.” The use of his surname made him chuckle, it was already becoming a recurring joke between them. But now it finally dawned on him that he still had no real. It was her duty to entertain the men as they were bidding for a new slave. This was a monthly event where all the slaves were thrown into the auction and the masters went after the one that they wanted next. But this evening Sheila who chose to be auctioned off for life, was also to be sold. She would be the first to go.Sheila was lead to the stage, made up to the nines. She was a radiant redhead, which was rare in this crowd of women. She had gone through the year and came out as promised with. Helen's baby was getting some attention even before it was borne. One of the crewmen had started a betting pool on what day the baby would be born and what gender it would be. Most of the men were betting on a boy; I suppose that was because they thought that a boy would be appropriate to balance up my family. I was amused by the whole thing, since I did not care which way it turned out—I was going to love it just as much, no matter whether it was a boy or a girl. Helen was aghast when she. Preston Dick, the man she is wed and espoused to now as both his bitch and whore of a loving wife. He is erect and straightened up on his feet right here before her very face and eyes, robed and geared in a black suit that looks as neat as a new pin and impeccable and spotless as an angels vestment. His shoes, just like his neck tie and wrist watch, are dusky and dark in color and shade. He is nice-looking and highly attractive to the extent that Daisy cannot help but let saliva trickle and.