On Rigel VI, pleasure slaves were considered to be property that you owned. Charles could not have left Claudia anything, much like he could not have ...eft all his wealth to his car, or his sofa, or any other property that he had owned.True, pleasure slaves were a different kind of property, as they had all kinds of laws and rules to protect them. But legally speaking at least, they were still property.This meant that Claudia was now part of Charles’ estate, and so ownership would now pass to. B.Today the mood was good and everyone was happy. Some of the Sales and Marketing gals were calling out for more champagne and the glass fishbowl behind the bar was already half full of car keys. A few smiling and winking couples were even sidling towards the hotel registration desk to snag a private room for some romantic celebrations of their own. Hell, it was just barely one o'clock! This definitely beat a real day's work back at the factory!Cindy, the blonde bombshell from Marketing, was. His aching balls screamed for release, jangling painfully against each other as she began to ride back and too. Jenny removed the gag from her clients aching jaws, then she threw her legs astride his head, and his breathing became difficult as her wetness filling his mouth, her own tongue finding Kays in a long-awaited kiss, there arms round each-other`s torsos in a friendly embrace, each in a world of their own. So deep was the moment, the poor man secure as he was, was forgotten, desperate. , well whenever she had smoked that pot and snorted the white powder. She'd lost track of time and had no idea how long she'd been fucking those guys, the pot altering her sense of time, the white stuff altering the rest of her world. In the back of her mind she knew it was cocaine, and with everything she had subjected both her mind and body to in the last week, she somehow couldn't wrap her twelve year old brain around the fact and admit that she was using hard addictive drugs, and so went.