" Aren't we supposed to be helping?" Yeah, I guess so. You want to carry this one down?"I gave her the heaviest -- not too much in it anyway and, besi...es, the two I carried together weighed more."Your stuff?" Seems insignificant next to Hailey's." Well the boxes are rather small. I guess it makes them easier to carry."Hubby was downstairs looking up and we both saw where his stare was fixed."Oops, sorry. Guess it's a sight I don't get to see everyday. No offence meant to it." That's okay. No. I drove back to the motel, hoping they would still be there, and what do you know; both cars were still there. That's when I remembered that she had told me she had a late meeting today.I took several pictures of the motel and surrounding area by using various distance settings on the glasses.They both came from the room about the time I was going to leave, still hanging all over each other. I snapped them in the door of the room, complete with the room number and the name of motel showing. Small perky nipples crested each one. Her stomach was flat, and looked so hard that you could crack walnuts on it. There was a small, neatly trimmed patch of blonde hair just above her tiny slit. The lips of her delicate, sensual pussy protruded slightly from within. Her thighs were creamy white, and perfect all the way to her knees, and shapely calves, all the way down to her cute little feet. Her entire body seemed to scream at me “TAKE ME I’M YOURS!” I turned my head as the door shut, almost. These as I learned were Erasmus' personal slaves. I had seen them before but never talked to them. Erasmus was not cruel to them but treated them as work animals. They looked around and I could see that they were no different than any woman I had ever met. They had most if not all of their memories and served here as if it were just a job.Erasmus said, "The number of slaves is important but it is actually the number that can be handled that is really critical. Trying for too many can be.