LineupShe arrived in the lineup, grudgingly turning as required to display every side of her statuesque flesh, her bowed head and face reflecting deli...erate resentment for being on display. The guard lashes her ass six times over about ten minutes, pacing behind her and about twelve other sex slaves. She promptly lashed any slave failing to display even the faintest lack of enthusiasm for the clients viewing them. With each lash like her sister slaves, she gradually put on a better, eager to be. He tried not to think about how sexy his wife was. If he did, he'd have to tell her. She'd get excited and then he'd have to fuck her. But it was too damn hot for fucking. He thumbed through the novel he'd been trying to get into, decided it wasn't worth any more of his attention and put it on the bedside table. He glanced at the clock. It had just gone ten. He picked up the remote and switched on the television.Familiar theme music finished booming and a sombrely-dressed, stern-faced woman. She is trusting you on that even though she hasn’t asked you to keep it secret.”My mother looked down at her hands on the table and then looked back up at me. “There’s more to that story that you are not telling me, isn’t there?”I returned my mother’s gaze. Once again, I couldn’t answer, so I asked a question in return.“It’s not my story to tell, is it?”My mother nodded, slowly. “No, of course, it’s not yours to tell. I’m sorry.”Another first – knocking on my bedroom door before coming in and. I think I forgot to breathe. He turns me toward him leaning in very close and looked down my cleavage. I was sure he could hear my heart, it was about to pound out of my chest. Both of his hand gracefully moved back up my arms to the straps of the dress, and lifted them up, then pushing them farther down to the ends of my shoulders. Exposing even more of my breasts. I knew now my nipples were hard, I could feel them poking straight out.He stepped back, worked his way over every inch of me with.