The word "slave" came up on the screen with a picture of the blond slave on it. It stared for a moment, smiling softly at a satisfaction which filled ...t.Suddenly, the door opened and Father's husband, smiling proudly, motioned for the slave to enter the mansion. "Look at it," husband of Robert began, "he went off and it came back a slave. The child husband of Robert raised is gone, and in its place is a slave." They hugged and husband of Robert kissed the slave gently.Behind them, the. "I'll bet you've said that to at least half a dozen women since you got here." She gestured up and down the beach. "There is no shortage of women, most of who would be ... smaller than I, and more attractive."He shook his head. "I prefer a woman who ... looks like a woman. Like you." Really?" She shifted in her seat so that her legs draped over the side, her feet resting on the soft white sand.John's attention drifted down, then jerked back up when she cleared her throat, with a stop on the way. She took his other hand and brought it up into the humid space underneath her short leather skirt. She wasn't wearing any underwear and there was nothing to impede Tim's finger as he wormed it up into another warm and deliciously soft crevice. He moved both of his fingers around, enjoying the little gasps his motions elicited from the two girls. He gasped himself as Extreme Curls, Mistress of the Blowjob, lightly rubbed her teeth against the ridge of flesh where the mushroom head of his cock. "This is Ali Clifford. How may I help you?" As she spoke she punched another button turning on the phone's speaker.Everyone heard a furious male voice say, "Clifford, you have one hell of a nerve!" I beg your pardon," Ali interrupted politely. "To whom am I speaking?"The voice identified himself as Homer Biggs, managing partner of one of the largest law firms in town. He had just gotten off the phone with Jim Duffy, the firm's largest client, having been told that the firm was dismissed.