Across the factory floor, the slaves worked silently in their misery. Washing and scrubbing, peeling and then processing the vegetables into packagin.... No-one spoke of course, none of them ever released for even a second from their eternal misery. Naked animals, working relentlessly for the profit of their owner. No prospect of ever attaining freedom from their eternal slavery. A day of silent work, before a night locked in their cells. No release from constant humiliation and. Her curiosity was really starting to kick into overdrive. Who was this girl? Whoever it was Stacy hated her for winning her brother"s affections.Finally Ricky spoke again, "Even if that girl is your very own sister?"Stacy felt her mouth drop a little as her mind processed what her brother had just said. Surely he didn't just profess his love for her?Part of her jumped for joy at her triumph and the knowledge that what she wanted was so close to her grasp. All she had to do was reach out and. Normally, we talk each other through these fantasy sessions, but this time, she just stays quiet and lets my imagination do all the hard work. I close my eyes and start thinking about my 19 year old niece. Her slim body, beautiful smile, petite tits and ass. Suddenly, Marie leans over and starts inching her throat down my shaft. I groan gently in response. I begin to imagine what it would be like if I opened my eyes and saw my nieces face in my lap instead of Maries. My balls tighten at the. If I bent over at all, I would be completely exposed.Finally, I pulled out the shoes I had brought. I put one hand on my desk for balance and slipped on the strappy red sandals. They had thin five inch heels and were kind of hard to walk in but I loved the feminine lines they gave my legs and the way they made my feet look so submissive.I sat behind my desk, took out my compact, and quickly added some light make-up, eyeliner, a touch of blush, a thin coat of lipstick. I ran a brush through my.