" But you are a slave yourself!" A privileged Slave, though. Which you will never be, poor Francine. You will always be at the bottom of the heap. Man... blows and much hard and degrading labour lie ahead of you. But you will come to love your life here, all the same."Francine was not put out by this. Degradation was what she had been fantasizing about since she had read that book. And she longed to be put to work and tested. What she hated was been secured like this, starved and deprived of. “Hi ladies, I thought we should just have a brief chat and a couple of drinks to begin with.” said Michelle Jackson, as she lifted the bottle and filled the glasses. The three of them chatted about general issues at first then as the second bottle was opened Michelle turned the conversation towards Adam’s infidelity and how committed Sophie was to getting revenge.Sophie put on a bold face and told Michelle she had thought long and hard and she wanted to go through with Stella’s suggestion. They. (Steve was my roommate). “I was wondering where you were. Where were you?’ she asked. “Not important” I replied.”The question is: what to do with you?” “I think you can figure out something to do” she replied.I looked at her for a moment, then the idea hit me. “I’ll be back!” I said, leaving the room.I knew what I wanted, retrieved those items and returned to my bedroom.I stripped off my clothing and climbed on top of her, positioning myself so that my cock was near her face. I took my cock. Betty told me that fat tits like a cow WAS beautiful and shook her own humongous tits for me. She asked if there was any other rules. “I should have written these all down in a hand book. I am too lazy though. Now that we have you as a computer man maybe you can help me keep them organized,” Betty said as she absent mindedly whipped Waverly’s buttocks and let her daughter howl.I continued to play with Hayden’s pussy while pretending to inspect her. She was wet and I loved flicking her pussy.