"I need to know which one of you is going to enter so that they can sign this" What is it?" Jenny asked suspiciously."It's just a contract which needs...to be signed before you take part it just clarifies that you are aware of the rules and what the prize structure is, if you don't sign it then the company could refuse your prize request. It's just paperwork I promise, you're not signing your life away. Read it if you don't believe me."After reading through the contract the girls were satisfied. Going over to these two Ron said, "Aren't you two hungry?"Louise and Marilyn lowered their heads and didn't answer their eyes however seemed to be begging Ron for something."Oh," Ron said a little annoyed (he didn't like having to give his slaves permission to do things they knew they should or could do) "go and eat and the next time food is presented you, you are not to wait for anyone to give you permission to eat! If you are hungry, eat! And if you are thirsty drink something!. "Handing her more papers, he continued, "These are court rulings and transcripts."Handing her still more papers, he said, "And these are newspaper articles describing the prison sentences and fines that people have typically received for sending out viruses. If I report you, you're looking at decades of prison time and the loss of your home to hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of fines and penalties." But you're not going to report me?" she asked with suspicion in her voice."That's up to. They couldn’t do such a despicable thing. She couldn’t understand exactly how it would work, but she knew it was destined for between her legs, the servant kneeling before her spread legs. It was a clamp in the shape of a horseshoe. She already knew what the bite of the nipple clamp felt like, knowing this would be even worse. She felt the hands fumbling between her legs, holding her breath, refusing to look down. Her pussy lips were pulled back, the sharp bite of the clamp engulfing her outer.