Chantelle told me that the two other guys were strippers who a friend of Jim had brought along with him. She said it was unusual but not unknown that ... network member from another part of the country would travel over to a party and bring his own lads with him.I’d only known Chantelle for a few minutes and I liked her, she looked fabulous and had a much better arse than most women that I knew. She spoke with a strong Liverpool accent which suited her smutty banter orientated act perfectly. I. .." Camille broke down and cried.Camille was leaning towards me, and I pulled her head onto my shoulders, offering her comfort. After a few minutes, Camille said, "Debbie turned me into a slave. She forced me to fuck her friends... and not just boys! I... I couldn't disobey her, or anybody else when she told me to fuck somebody. Eventually she got bored with this town and moved away. My mother has no idea where she is, and I think Debbie made her not care, because my mother's lack of interest. "So, how does it feel to be the boss's wife? Are you two going toget married or what?" "I think I am going to be living there and doing the cleaning andcooking. I don't think she wants to marry a man in a dress. Sheneeds someone to take care of her things and her house. It reallydidn't look that dirty there. She has a very comfortable bed in thespare bedroom." "You mean you spent the night at her house? Wow, you may be thequietest person I know but you really score big time!" "I don't know. At the same time she had kicked my feet away from me and my body only had one place to go. I landed on the floor hard, stunned how much control she had over me while I was handcuffed. With me now on the floor she gave me another swift kick, this time in my ribs. I’m sure she could have kicked me much harder and it was just a demonstration that she was in control."Let’s try again perv, lick my fucking boots", she ordered while looking down on me laying helpless on the floor. I had no choice but.