H er deep green eyes shut. ?Slave, I love callingyou that, s l a v e,? She prolonged it the last time in between groans. ?Whatam I to you slave ?? ?Yo...'re my Mistress, my wonderful beautiful Mistress.? Shelet go of the desk and snatched my arm; she dragged it up and placed my handto her shirt-covered breast. I let go and opened her shirt slightly and squeezedmy hand in and under her black silk bra. Erect nipple pressed into my warmsoft hand. I squeezed she bucked and moaned. ?Slave, slave call. Denise's dad was the president of the United Auto Workers local at the factory and had been a laborer all his life. His only luxury was that black Cadillac and I was surprised to find it was nearly as old as Denise. Her mom had run off when Denise was little and had never been heard from again. It was sad, but also obvious that she idolized her father. Her neighborhood was rough and there were often fights among the toughs. Girls were expected to choose their man early and many were pregnant by. ” I nodded, remembering Mom told me about it before. “I want to tell you a bit more about it.“We told you about meeting in high school and how I ended up marrying your father and Vince married Donna. I also told you about how Sid and I didn’t see Vince and Donna for a while. After you were born, your father and I began socializing with them again. It didn’t take long for the four of us to become close again,” Mom said.“Vince and I weren’t able to have children. I had a hysterectomy a year after. Her voice wassuddenly low and menacing. "And if you ever even think about trying toescape, just bear this in mind. We have some lovely footage of youcorrupting poor Veronica and Alice in this very bed. They do lookunderage, don?t they? And we?ll have papers saying that they are, whetherit?s true or not. You?d be facing quite the prison sentence."Her eyes narrowed. Ignoring his shocked expression, she went on. "Or,perhaps we might have Dana accuse you of rape? ?m sure we?ll have littledifficulty.