..you have no emails, or letters, or chat logsof any of this do you slave? Of course you don?t...why do you think Isaid it in video chat and not anywh...re else???Besides, it isn?t blackmail my little slave. You are not paying me formy silence; not at all. You are paying me for my dominance and control.You already knew it wasn?t going to be free...you just didn?t fullyrealize how much it was going to cost you. You are taking things thewrong way. I am providing you with a service here and the cost. She saw that one was Phillip, who she met at Dustin's party. The other was a black guy, built like a football linebacker, yet vaguely attractive. He introduced himself as James. The three guys had been drinking quite heavily awaiting the Latina's arrival. Now, the vision of lovliness stood in front of them, mesmerized like a deer caught in headlights. Mike broke the silence, "Let's see what you wore for me, today. Go put your bag in the bathroom and come back and model your outfit for us."Alma. "Amelia Cardelli."As if I had a list of Amelias to choose from."Hello, kiddo," I said cheerfully.Amelia's reply was tearful."We need your help," she said. "Mom and me. Enrico's gone and Mom is really worried. I'm scared, too. I didn't know who else to call. Can you come here? Please?" Let me speak to your mother for a moment, if I may," I said. I wasn't certain that Amelia had a firm grasp on the situation.Seconds later, my long-ago girlfriend was on the line."Who is this?" she asked as if I. At first he was so surprised to see someone else in the showers that he didn't even register that they were women."Hey!" he said, and his voice cracked. He tried again. "Hey, what are... yiiipes!" Those tits! Those were...He slapped his hands down over his crotch and backed up against the tile wall. The women looked as surprised as he felt, but instead of covering themselves they had flung their hands wide, giving him a clear view of their ample breasts, the tufts of hair above their cunts,.