For about an hour she had been hiding in the noisy warehouse, which was quite busy but void of any sentient beings. Neither the fast-moving conveyors ...or the scan codes gave her any clue to where the individual boxes were sent.Uncertain as to what to do next she observed a human technician enter. While the sorting robot lacked the curiosity to ask why there was an empty box with different weight and product code than expected. It did raise enough curiosity in the supervising system to call a. "I hope not". "Never! Iwouldn't risk ending up as slave of some dirty old man" "It's notalways that bad". The boy on her other side leaned forward. "We treatour slaves well and so does your family". "Yeah, but they're whippedand always working so hard, never have any fun at all. And I wouldn't wantto end up sucking your dick, Freddy, like that poor slavegirl of yours, what'sher name?" "Pam, and it's just her duty. You're envious because yourmum won't let you use that boy of hers". "Hush!" The. ‘Well that’s good at least. They seemed like they had fun.’ He ran a hand over his hair, stretching and smiling with a yawn. I walked over and wrapped my arms around him, resting my cheek against his back. ‘You okay honey? You look exhausted.’ I asked. ‘Hmm? I’m alright. Just tired. And my shoulders are sore from driving home.’ He replied with another yawn. I felt slightly guilty, even though I’d driven us to the park that morning. ‘I’m sorry baby. Tell you what, you finish getting ready for. ?Mara did as she was told. The floor was cold.?Now, take off that awful blouse. I never liked plaid.?The ginger came forward and ran her fingers along Mara's shoulders.?How white you are. I guess you never get much sun with that job of yours? That is how my client wants you. Take off the bra.?Mara began to whimper as she unfastened the clip in back and let the bra fall to the floor.The ginger's hand touched her orbs, petting her gently as Mara shivered. ?Come feel these, girls.? The.