’ Knowing there was no one home but the servants, she stopped her car in front of the house for a better look. ‘How grand would that be to enterta...n friends and business associates from such a fine mansion?’ She could just imagine herself wearing gowns and jewels every day, instead of jeans and sweatshirts, she thought to herself as she drove her minivan home. Yet, for some reason, the house at the top of the hill, as grand as it was, frightened her. As if it was the mansion was a living and. It all started one Saturday night while I was sitting alone at the house. Mom was on base taking hi his dinner while he was pulling duty. Something like, Charge of Quarters. Some of that military stuff is so hard for me to understand but most of the time I get it right. There was nothing good on the television so I looked at some of the old DVDs that were sitting on the shelf. There was one that was in a box with no name on it, and the disc had no name on it. So. The camera focused on the stage and did a 360 degree pan of the crowd. I was shocked! I was being presented to a crowd of at least one hundred Masters and their obedient sex slaves. The slaves were dressed in similar attire as me, but, they were not blindfolded. So, I was correct! This was my initiation as a true sex slave asset. As I had read on-line, often Masters wanted to remind their sex slaves that they could always be replaced with a better cunt slut any day and this little ritual. We’re sort of spread all over Boston right now, you know?”He nodded. “How many of you are there now?”“Just me and the girls, or extended family too?”“How many would be moving in, do you think?” he asked.I counted up the girls, their families and thought about it. “Twenty,” I said after a moment. “There’s others that might and visitors that would show up on occasion, like Emma’s family, Tricia’s grandparents and some others, but I think the household would top out at twenty.”“And how many.