"Obviously they won't believe the whole story. But we could do something to get them involved." Such as?" I asked."When I was... under his control... ... heard him talking on his cell phone. He was talking to someone saying don't worry, he'd be getting him all the girls he could use." She shuddered. "He must have done this to other women besides us. He's probably selling sex slaves to some pimp in..." The problem," I said, "is in the proof. Even if your theory is correct, and even if we could. Case in point we were in Western Australia on holiday and had been staying in a serviced apartment in the Margaret River area we'd done a few wineries and ran into a guy on his own on two or three occasions and got talking in a new friends sort of way. He was one of those guys that was easy get on with and after while we felt we'd known each other for years.Well that was the presentable side the big cock side I could vouch for after sharing urinal at a winery I glanced across as he was shaking. Lick it good. Hmmmmmmmm. Oooooooh. Shiiiiit. Aaaaaaah! Suck it. Suck that pussy. Aaaaaaaaaah! Ooooooooooo! Fuuuuuuck! Hurry up. Put it in. Put that gynormous dick inside me." I put it in and I thrusted and dug down deep until she screamed from the top of her lungs. Her nails dug deep into my back and her legs wrapped tight around my waist. I don't know how long I fucked the living shit out of her but I could have done. Each girl wore a trinket bracelet that made a tinny sound as the girl moved.Late on the second day the Negro came to unlock Hilary from the cell and led her out. She noticed that he seemed in a jovial mood. Either he'd just come from a session with poor Claire or he was about to see something entertaining, something involving her.A little way down a corridor Hilary was pushed thru a door into a room centred on a round bath, sunk into the floor. The bath was full of water, smelling of lavender.