Stuff like - well let me give some examples of how the conversations go from my end.What do you think of this skirt, Janice? I’m worried it’s a bi... too short. The guys seem to love it, surprise surprise, but I need another girl’s opinion. Yeah, I know I have nice legs, but is it still too short? C’mon, sweetie, you can be honest with me. If you had nice legs too would you wear something like this for work? Right thanks. I guess it’s OK then. And what about my top? Yes, it’s new, well spotted! I. Her breasts were swollen and bloody from the biting marks. Susie did not know how long she was hanging in this cave until she felt a sharp stitch from her breast to her back. She must have been unconscious because she did not hear anybody coming into the cave. The whip left a deep red mark over her boobs. Not recovered from first shock, the second stroke hit her belly and the third her boobs again. After a few minutes Susie?s body was full of red marks cross her body on a few places the whip. I had some oral experiences, but really wanted to try getting fucked deeply. I had played with toys but found them boring. I wanted the real thing. I met a black man on line who liked married white men like myself. After some small talk, he invited me to his house for some afternoon fun. I arrived and found a very handsome black man 6'1 210lbs who looked like a running back. We had some small talk upstairs in his kitchen and things seemed a bit chilly at first. Then he suggested we go. Once the girls are brought to the country where the house is, they are lulled into a sense of security...until they get to the house. Once they get to the house, their identities and everything about them are ripped away forever...much like the clothing they are wearing. They don't exist anymore in their communities and are put through 'training' to become the perfect girls for the customers that visit the house.And there are people that help this man get what he wants. Sometimes they can be.