"You will serve me well, won'tyou? Because... if you do not I will sell you back to a slave dealer."She looked down her nose at me. "Now that you have...cleaned up so wellI might even get more than I paid for you. Many men would want a slavelike you. Any man would desire you."However, Niobe, to remind you of your status," she said. She went outof the room and returned with a curved metal object. "Lift your headand stand still." I did so and I felt something cold placed round myneck. There was a. I pay a little more attention to your shoulders again, and this time, my long fingers gently flex their way across your upper chest and drift teasingly close to the gentle swell of your covered breasts. Gradually, someway, somehow, my finger tips find their way under the fabric of your blouse and softly stroke your skin over the beginning of the rise of your breasts. My thumbs are hooked on your neck and prevent my hands from drifting lower still. One last thing I do is slowly stroke upwards. Ruth was just about finished with both her beer and the review, bringing up the list of films she had previously marked as to be pulled for the discount bin. She was surprised to see that not only had five of them been rented in the last week, but that they had all been taken out by one of the boys who worked for her.She remembered marking these tapes last month, thinking at the time that ordering them in the first place had been a waste of money. It was only the fact that they were part of a. "He seduced two girls with whom he shared a class for a short while and then seduced his seventeen year old babysitter." Wow, precocious in more ways than one," smiled Rachel Croft, a year older than Helen with face, legs and a figure to die for. Helen had always been a bit envious of the way Rachel attracted men.Helen moved closer and lowered her voice even though there was no one sitting even close in the small sidewalk cafe."Rachel,... Phillipe... he... he..." she stammered, finding it.