Rita and Michelle were pushing a table over towards the two. The table looked kind of like a massage table.The table in place, Rita and Michelle took ...their seats and watched Amber lead Heather on all fours to the table.Amber lifted Heather by the chin and put her hand on the table."Get on the table!" she told her.Heather got on the table lying flat on her back.Amber grabbed both ankles and pulled her until her ass was at the edge."Keep your legs in the air, slave!"Now this was quite a sight.. So it is more safe for me to relocate to this country too. I can do all against the will of my slave and he has no chance to get out of this country because if he wants to run away then he would be killed by guardian or very heavy punished. There is a prison and someone who comes in this will never come out. So my pet will be very obedient, believe it" This is very interesting. And does something equal exist for Masters and female slaves ?" Glen asked her. "No I don't know, but let me think. ”His eyes caught mine for just a second before he said, “Definitely.”We downed the rest of our drinks and Fred slapped a fifty dollar bill on the bar, waving to the bartender as I led him out the rear exit.The bar opened out into an access alley I’d been in several times before. I walked to the left past more doors and came to the spot I’d discovered months earlier. It was a recessed alcove about mid-way down the alley. It had just enough room for two people to slide in and not be seen by. ”“We never see any, but the Japs got a freighter.”“Oh, my!”“Or sometimes what they do is drop off spies.”“Are there spies around here?”“No, but we’ve got some draft dodgers working in the hospital.”“What if we captured one, a spy, I mean?”She laughed. “Shoo him back where he came from, I guess. It’s not that dangerous, watching for subs, that is. We can’t see them and they can’t see us. But sometimes it’s pretty rainy.”Jane must have been listening in. “Want to do my slot? 20:00. That means.