But you will come to love your life here, all the same."Francine was not put out by this. Degradation was what she had been fantasizing about since sh... had read that book. And she longed to be put to work and tested. What she hated was been secured like this, starved and deprived of fluid day after day in the searing heat.The four new and freshly groomed Slaves had been put on a display stand and the prospective bidders were examining them closely, making them open their mouths and spread their. Vicky reached up, undid the front of the bra and pulled her tits apart so that his cock nestled snugly into her cleavage. Then, with a bit of fiddling, she managed to reconnect the front of the bra - trapping his thick shaft between her now tightly constrained and upthrusted orbs.She looked up into his eyes, looping her loose hair over her ears, and instructed him to "Please, fuck my tits!"He needed no more encouragement, so placed his hands under her armpits, and began to thrust his hips back. " "Hey, Obie could set up a tree stump, but I'll take it." "And so modest." Ryan laughed. "Part of my charm." Brody looked around. "So, what's on tap for you tonight?" "Not sure. I was just trying to decide on dinner." Brody gave her a skeptical look. "Do you have any food in here? I mean, something not processed into a box or can?" "I have . . . ." She opened the refrigerator again and cocked her head. "Apples . . . and leftover Thai. I think. I was considering mac'n'cheese. I haven't checked. "He looked up, seeing his sister's hair set in hot rollers and in abathrobe. He sat without argument on the hamper as Tracey pulled outthe hair dryer and began brushing through his locks as she dried it. Asshe finished, he looked over, wondering what he'd have to do cometomorrow, seeing his reflection with long straight hair and sharpbangs."Good job, Trac," said Donna, walking in now and lifting Cameron'schin. "What's with my hot rollers? We didn't talk about that?" Oh, I just thought I'd do.