“Fine with me, these bar stools always make my legs go to sleep!” she said. The two girls found a quiet corner table where they could talk without...shouting over the jukebox and where they could start off with a little innocent petting and caressing.“So, how are ya tonight?” Olivia said.“I’m fine, Livia, thanks. How about you?”“Can’t complain,” Olivia said. They were already well enough acquainted and fond enough of each other that they could forego any kind of introductions. Furthermore, either. They would only get pleasure when I gave it to them. My breasts heaved as my fantasy consumed me.I came hard. I would have that future. Nothing would stop me. Certainly not Frank Jackman and his disgusting company. When Delilah and I were through with him, he would be lucky not to be in Terre Haute Federal Prison for the rest of his life.And that bimbo, redheaded wife of his would be mine. Alice would kneel beside Annalee, begging to lick my pussy for the rest of her life.I howled out my. Some of the men there consider themselves masters and they have slaves, some have both male and female slaves.”I asked. When you say slaves, you’re speaking metaphorically right?”He addressed me and said. “No. These are real slaves. They are men and women who are owned by these men in the real sense of the word. I was taking a big risk taking a novice there. That man who gave you the gift could destroy me socially and professionally, but apparently he understood my desire to expose you to them.. You love me.”“Yes, Jill, I do,” my anger spent, my voice softer now. “But I cannot carry on like this. You say one thing, only to change your mind. To humiliate me again. Enough is enough Jill. I’ve put up with more than any man alive, but even I’ve finally seen the writing on the wall, and I won’t live with it for a single moment more.”“Dave, I’ll tell Malcolm, it’s off. I’ll get the tattoos and bars removed,” she was almost screeching now.I heard her words but didn’t listen to them, shaking.