For you, I’m not so sure.”“Why’s that?”“Because you’re mine for the night.”She just looked at me, surprised as I grabbed her face with...my left hand and was massaging her tits with my right hand. As she was looking at me, wondering what was going through my mind, I slapped her left boob hard. She almost screamed out loud.I then got behind her and stuck one hand into the leftovers of her saree and in-skirt, playing with the fabric of her pantie which was stuck to her cunt lips, still with a grip. Pregnant, and not working, the girls had bonded. It had surprised me and delighted Adam."You know, it's our anniversary," Caitlyn said as she melted into my arms. "Three years ago tonight."She was talking about the rape. She could feel my hardness as we moved around the dance floor. "You'd like to fuck me right now, wouldn't you?" She was right. My wife was twenty feet away dancing with my brother and I still would have fucked her."Do you think Adam has an erection," my sister-in-law asked as. "How does it feel?"I looked back at the screens, then at her. "Freeing. Probably for the first time in my life, I am what I made - not what someone else wants me to be. There will be fallout from this, of course. Worldwide media has a news story to cover for days. What's my next step towards real slavery?"She leaned back in her chair, put her hands in her lap and said, "Though this island is in British waters, the whole place is an embassy of the Islamic Republic of Mauritania - where slavery. It was a moonless night, so they couldn't see me all that well. There was a murmured conversation, and Rachel left Mel at the door, crept tiptoed up to my bed, and whispered softly, her lips against my ear, "Pretend to be asleep! This is important!" Then she tiptoed back to the door, and there was hissing of them having a whispered argument.So Rachel just matters into her own hands, and opened the door with one hand, and pulled Mel into the room with the other. Mel was reluctant, and Rachel.