I invited them all in, they were already came prepared with pillows and we chatted into the night. I didn’t know when we slept but when I woke up, e...eryone was gone except Anjani who was on her phone and smiled when she noticed me waking up.I asked her, “Where is everyone?”She said that they have left to do some leftover work. We have all day to ourselves.“What are we gonna do then? Shall we go swimming then?” I asked. I knew my hot senior girl would say yes since she was a swimmer. Just like I. Emma could hear the rustle of clothing being donned and the door to her house being opened. The woman was nice enough to shout to her as they left, “Goodbye, slut!” The man’s only words were more endearing, “You have been a worthy sub. Tell your Master, you did well.” When the door clicked shut, Emma removed the blindfold, she looked at the clock on the bedside table. It read twelve o’clock precisely. She surveyed the room. The bed was truly soaked, yet nothing else belied their presence at. As a pleasure-slave they would have a much better life, living in rich surroundings, and doing little work other than the obvious.They also had much better legal protection than farm workers; they could not be abused in any way. They also had to agree to be sold to the winning bidder at their auction, they could refuse if they so wished.Pleasure-slaves were also paid a monthly allowance which they could do with as they pleased. They could also save up their allowances and eventually buy their. I had to tell him that it was okay. Men are only little boys that never grew up.” Cindy was trying to finish up when she heard Michael coming down the stairs.Brandy felt a shiver of excitement and fear race through her body. He was filming her. Filming her as she stripped for him. She thought it was a private affair, but she was sure that he had it on tape. That is what she saw, the small lights on the side of the camera. The reflection must have been the moon reflecting off the lens. What.