"Go away. This is a closed set on private property. Leave, or I call the cops." I followed the tinny sounding voice to a small speaker mounted under a...camera, over the door."Good. If you don't call them I will. That's my company logo over the door, and I'm pretty sure I didn't authorize anything I see. I'm sure the police will be glad to listen to any explanation you'd like to give him. I might even ask them to inspect the premises, just to assure me there's nothing illegal going on." I pulled. "I think the word is edible Vicky," I said softly, "Extremely edible."I moaned with pleasure as she poured what seemed like a gallon of oil onto my back and began to knead the muscles in my neck, shoulders and back. I was very conscious of her naked sex pressing down onto my bottom, and I started to undulate my hips, pushing myself up to meet her sensuous movements.Her hands became fists and she worked the stiffness, the tensions and all of the years' frustrations slowly out of my body. I felt. ” He suddenly stood up. His hesitant manner changed into a commanding tone. “Strip. Now. You want a spot on the roster, don’t you, slut?” The shock was evident in my face. I couldn’t will my body to move. It was right…but maybe it’s just this one time, maybe… “Yes…”I said quietly, and began to pull my sports top off. Followed by my tight short-shorts. I was standing in front of Todd, in my pink G-string and sports bra. He sat down in his chair and unzipped his jeans. “All the way now, slut.”. In particular, I must not know to what extent YOU have disclosed my identity to that person! YOU either might not have disclosed much about me about the fact that I am YOUR slaveslut, or YOU even might have appointed that person as CO-Owner according to the SLAVE CONTRACT. Ensure that I cannot take that risk! That makes me very vulnerable to all orders!There, I should have to suffer vile and degrading sessions with real pain, severe canings, and vicious torture. Moreover, I shall have to fear.