"What's your name, slave?" I asked."My master named me 'Alicia', sir."So she was probably a Gorean slave, as most of their master's tended to rename t...hem, removing all aspects of their past identity.She approached Marcia who had her eyes closed and was hanging almost drained.The slave knelt down and whispered and Marcia's eyes opened. I saw her looking around, at me, all of the men and women crowded around the platform, and finally at the other slave girl. She continued to whisper in Marcia's. „Habt ihr noch andere Sachen dabei?“ fragte er. Die beiden saßen in normalen Jeans, sneskern, tshirts da. „Ja wir haben einen kleinen Koffer mit den Sachen mit die wir am nuttigsten fanden. Und etwas Kosmetika.“ sagte Sarah. „Gut, mehr braucht ihr nicht, wenn euch jetzt was fehlt ist das euer Pech.“ antwortet der Zuhälter. „Wartet jetzt draußen“. Wir gingen raus und warteten im Flur vor dem Büro. Einer der Schläger Typen beäugte uns etwas misstrauisch: „was wollt ihr noch hier?“ „wir warten. ‘Well, you wanted an orgasm, I figured I would oblige Princess… enjoy…’ he smiled and flicked another switch located on the post of the ‘sybian’. Allison squealed in surprise as liquid squirted into her ass and pussy holes, and then the dildos suddenly started to vibrate… and then thrust in and out of her body. In fact, the whole saddle was vibrating, her clit thrumming ecstatically. ‘OH TODD… OH MY GOD THIS IS FANTASTIC!!!!!!!’ Brown curls bounced as she threw her head back, riding the two. I had not realized that she had entered the subway. But then I saw herstanding next to the door. Maybe that was, because she looked differentthis time.Three days before she had had her chestnut hair in a bun. She had worn aplain looking grey coat with blue jeans and flats. She had looked alittle tired and from her big handbag I had got the impression, thatmaybe she was a student on her way to university and tired from learningall night. The thick black-rimmed glasses got her a sophisticated.