With her slave incarcerated in the locked cage she'd gone to find her handbag and pulled out an envelope. Now she was sitting at the table in the room...turning over each of the sheets from the envelop one after the other and looking very worried indeed.George, peering out through the wire mesh of his cage recognised the papers. They had the characteristic look of an annual tax demand. From Deanna's concerned look, and the way she was biting her lip, she hadn't been expecting it."Mistress," he. "About three thousand," he finished. He rolled his eyes. "I was hoping maybe you could..."Anya shook her head; she knew what Greg was going to ask. "Nope," she said simply. "Once - maybe. But not again. Remember? You agreed."Greg nodded slowly. "I know," he said. Then he looked up, right at me. His eyes were focused on me like laser beams, scanning me up and down. I felt a chill run down my spine. "But if your friend here..."Anya glanced at me, then she got a wicked grin. "You. I unhooked her bra and slipped off her white panties, such beautiful soft mounds. I was right, she was beautiful.I curled my finger between her ass and rubbed it against her sopping slit. I was instantly hard again with the tip of my cock teasing her engorged nipple, smearing it with precum.Lynn and I shot a knowing look at each other. For all the ways we are completely different people, this need to let go and be uninhibited has always kept us close.I positioned myself behind the young. I had daydreams of killing them both in various ways, while they were doing any number of things, mainly in the middle of fucking. In my madness a plan came to me.I had, first, to get away from his surveillance. Richard was always a step ahead of me. How did he know where I was, where I went? How did his men always intercept me? How indeed? Maybe he was having me tailed. That's what Mickey said. But maybe he had a fix in with Mickey. Or maybe he had me wired. I had to slip everyone.I was mad,.