Finding that the woman who had been handling their account since the firm approached them, was a naked serving girl in the owners kitchen would not be...helpful to the firm.Wendy was also surprised to see that there were a number of collared slaves involved in the lunch. All of them wore a color that bore the phrase 'Property of A.M.' Wendy took this to mean they were slaves of Alexander McCoy. She had no idea that her boss was active in modern slavery before today. She wondered if Jeff Bradley. ." was her response, and she lifted her head a little and worked her hand up to fumble with my zipper.I wondered for a second "What the fuck?" when I realized she wasn't aware Jerry and I had traded places, she didn't know it was me driving. I knew she was thinking of giving him a blow job while he was driving and was assuming my wife and I were either asleep in the rear seat or unable to see because of the seat back. I glanced nervously in the mirror at Jerry and Marge but both of them were. The sensation of being on my knees and feeling his soft cock inside my mouth growing and stretching my mouth to accommodate him thrills me beyond belief. And it did get big. Really big. I'd say it was probably 8 inches and pretty thick.I tried to deep throat it, but I couldn't take it all the way. Frazer had to grab my head and pull me in order for me to do it.After a while, Frazer took off his clothes and had me take off mine.I found it distasteful when he tried to kiss me but I let him. So this was the initiation. I was to be their "cabin girl"! Wasthis kind of humiliation and trickery the price that the rest ofthe crew paid at one time or another? I pondered for a second andfelt that maybe one or two would have gone through this, butcertainly not Rick, he was the orchestrator, not the band, and itwas he who sent me down here to this very duffle of women'sclothes.As if to answer my own questions, Rick was knocking on thebulkhead, "Everything alright in there honey? I know you.