Do you have a copy, Mrs. Graves???Yes, certainly dear,? she said, the paper sat in my lap. It was the one she?d let me see, only instead of Angie?s s...ignature for party two, it was Mrs. Grave?s. I?d apparently signed a contract of service to this older lady. I suddenly remembered that Angie had never signed the party two sections in my presence.Mrs. Graves instructed, ?This is a legal contract of service. If you are unable to provide these services, then you can always pay for the services. Willy was tall and was most notable for his nose, which perched on his face like that of a bird’s beak. He was quite opposite of his blusterous friend and kept himself as the more quiet company.The three of us were fairly lost in the foreign city as we parked the truck and turned down multiple streets. I kept singing, “There’s no Canada like French Canada” in my head, trying to ease the tension. To its credit, French Canada is a beautiful part of their country and I have visited several times. “No complaints here,” I responded, “it looks beautiful. I gently nudged her back onto the couch where her legs opened up. She reached in between her legs and spread her pussy lips open for me where I admired her little pink playground and she said, “Do what you will.” I leaned forward and began kissing my cousin’s hot pussy. She tasted so awesome. Her juices were flowing freely down her thighs and I hungrily lapped up every drop. I went back in between Vicki’s legs where my lips found her clit. We’ll find someplace for them. They may want to stay at Jayport, or they may want to live in one of the villages. They will not work as whores unless they choose to.”Vera and Tina were outraged that the three slaves would not be joining them as ship’s whores. Tough. I wanted the three to go out and live among the locals, describing what life was like for a Pirate Isle slave. I wanted every man, woman, and child on Hunter Island to know that it was better to fight and maybe die than surrender to.