Ben Rogers turned to George and handed him what he had written down. “George, get on the private line and call Rudy at Tac One Security. Tell him I ...need one of his best armoured tactical teams for a VIP pickup right now. Tell him I’ll pay double fighting wages if need be. Send them to this address and pick up this lady. They have to verbally and I mean verbally give her this message in exactly these words or she won’t co-operate. Got it?”“Got it,” George said and picked up the phone.Ben got on. My hands quickly pulled the front of my shorts down before I remembered that I wouldn’t be able to pee like that anymore. Instead, I pulled my shorts down and took a seat. The feeling was incredibly weird. Not only the sitting part, but there were new muscles involved as well. I finished my business and went on to the next new task of having to wipe.Even taking a shower was a brand new experience. My body was smooth; I had curvy hips and long hair. I never imagined that something so simple. Definitely." If you are sure, Fifty," Jo says, caringly.I nod. "Yes," I say, "quite sure." In which case, there needs to be a change of behaviour. No more masturbating!"I'm surprised by this, but I know I have to accept what Jo says. "No Mistress." Unless of course, you are specifically directed to by one of the staff. You will carry out any such sexual acts with the other slaves as you are directed. You will make your mouth, vagina and arse available, as required. You are the sexual property. It promised to be a fine evening if Eric Kaye entertained as well as he performed the duties of his profession---and Vicki was certain that he would. She was looking forward to it immensely. Who wanted to go out to a nightclub or a boisterous house party on New Year's Eve, anyway? Crowds, a lot of noise and too much drinking, not to mention amorous inebriates who had but one thing on their minds and didn't care whose wife they fondled at the stroke of midnight. No, she didn't want any of that.