.. you become my slave for the next 24-hours!" Your slave? And then you promise you'll let me go free? OK, I'll do it," gushed Brandi with a look of r...lief. "Thank you, Officer O'Connell! Thank you so much!" Hold on there, Brandi," the policewoman said in a soft voice. "When I say you have to be my slave I'm not just talking about working for me. Have you ever thought what being a slavegirl might entail?" Brandi stared at her confused. Stephanie went on, "Slavegirls in ancient times were used. "My penis hadn't been referred to as 'peter' since my time with Annalise, and I had an instant recall of her. I deflated like a Zeppelin caught in a hail of machine gun fire, thinking I was defaming her memory by being with a whore, conveniently forgetting that Annalise had been a bar girl and part time whore herself. What does that say about the male psyche?Greta looked worried. "Serge, what is wrong?" She must have misheard when Jazzer addressed me as 'Sarge'."Nothing; but call it a prick in. Robert had left the room and returned naked, carrying a strange device and a tube of lube. He had a massive erection but Anita felt that his penis would not be the only thing that will be inserted into her. And she was right. Robert took the jelly and squirted it liberally over her arse and pussy and very gently rubbed it in to all her crevices. He spread it all over her pubic hair and then pushed his finger onto her clitoris pushing the lotion under the hood, then working his fingers down to. For now she was fully content though, having already eaten on the way back home Katja found herself with nothing pressing to do, fully on her own and left with her thoughts, the cigarette she flinged out of the pack and maybe one of the many books to read later.Katja moved over to the window and rested her forearms on the sill, staring out into the chaos she had struggled her way through just minutes ago. She puffed on her cigarette, the red glow lighting up the windowframe and probably.