"Well what is it that I have that you want ?" Said Carl. "Your daughter, Alicia". Said Mr Charlemagne."You want to marry my Alicia?" Said an incredulo...s Carl."No, nothing so archaic as that, Mr Jones, I am not looking to get married"."Then what, may I ask, do you want her for?" I want her to be my, how shall I say this, servant, so to speak." What do you mean, servant?" I want your daughter to be my sex slave."Carl's face transformed into a feral scowl and he made a move to wrap his hands. ‘He’s lettin’ you leave.’ Lacey stopped mid-movement as she dabbed at the cut on his lip, blue eyes meeting his as the dreadful feeling took hold of her hard. Sighing heavily, she continued to wipe at the blood as she blinked back the tears she could feel welling up in her chest. ‘Lance… please don’t. Don’t fight him because of me. It’s my decision. I have to go home.’ Lance looked down sadly. Though he was a well-grown man, he seemed like only a boy at the moment. A boy who’s best friend was. In spite of all men she’s fucked, Amy’s pussy is still as mouthwatering as the day she arrived. It’s smooth, pink, and sweet as candy.Of course Maurice is glad that he succeeded in keeping the young blonde in his stable. He’s started sending Amy to meet his most important clients—business leaders, prominent doctors and lawyers, even congressmen. Most of the men who use his service are looking for young, virginal-looking girls, and Amy fits the bill to perfection.A week after her escape attempt,. ..which, like her left, was clad in an elbow-lengthsatin opera glove...was a black riding crop. Evangeline had also givenher hair an imposing-looking Victorian style as well as she slowly pacedaround Donna, her every step emitting the clack of a pair ofintimidatingly high-heeled black boots.Stopping in front of Donna, Evangeline tapped the riding crop againsther open hand as she stared down at her restrained visitor. "Comfy?"All Donna could do was moan her response.Evangeline had also.