Currently he worked in the boiler house at the Slave Camp.It had all started with that chariot race, eighteen months ago. The chariot driver had flick...d her with a crop and she had sworn at him. The man had not been offended. Indeed, he had been amused and Francine had gone on to win, so what the Hell?One day in the village tavern the conversation had got around to Francine, as it so often did. She was famous and highly popular these days. Various people had Francine stories to tell and he. ANYTHING ELSE INVOLVING ACUTE GIRL'SFIRM COMPRESSED, PRETERNATURAL, MIDRIFFSHIT-LOGS and...A PRETTY WOMAN'S HARD COMPACTED, CONSTIPATEDSEX-FOOD LOVE-LOGS.All six primary Toilet Slave qualifications (chewing, munching, gobbling, swallowing, tasting and smelling) can be accomplished with a single effort. All the Toilet Slave needs to do is eat the constipated SEX-FOOD that either the Mother or the Daughter serves them for their morning meal. (morning turds are preferred because of their reliably. It took them about ten seconds for Beth to say, "You're fucking both Nancy and Debbie. Nancy has only been divorced for a couple of months. How long have you been fucking her? Isn't she a kinky little tart?"John told her to shut up and not to say a word about this to anyone. Attorney-client privilege covered their house, and if she said a word, he would be in big trouble. She looked ashamed of what she said. I was glad I didn't have any pictures of them together or of Nancy at Debbie's. On the way back, Traci asked if they could stop so she could pick up some things that she had left at home. Greg pulled into the parking lot of the discount store and they all went inside. While Traci and Mandy found what was needed, Greg went into the electronics department and picked up a couple of DVDs that he wanted. They met back up at the checkout and then headed back home.Traci was tired from her long drive and was soon yawning. She told them goodnight and headed for her bed. Before.