Needless to say Tracey was now trying to keep out of his way entirely. She knew he bought slaves occasionally and whenever he bought one they usually ...ad to put up with hearing her screams and crying through the thin wall separating the two houses. She had no idea what he was doing to the poor girls and she didn't want to find out!The travel agent shop was coming up on the other side of the road and as Tracey prepared to cross the busy street she realised she was standing right outside a slave. Moving closer I could see it wasn't a couple but a young guy with his trousers round his knees stroking his cock and quite an impressive specimen it was, a double hand full not disturbing him I gestured for Anne to come closer a finger to my lips telling her to be quiet. Once alongside me I pointed the young guy out, a quiet gasp told me she had seen the size of his cock, the look on her face also told me she was getting turned on the bulge in my trousers told me I was getting turned on. We. "I can't take it anymore, Jamie. I'm going down to the student union andget my mail." Jamie screwed up her face from the chair, looking up at the brunette onthe top bunk. "Are you crazy? You're going to walk over to post office at 10:00at night?" Sam laughed. "Worried about The Waxers ?" Jamie nodded. "Yes. And you should be too. Pretty nerd like you walkingthrough the campus all alone." Sam shook her head. "Jamie, there are cops everywhere! No one is going tograb me." "Please don't go?". It appeared that we got on because when Jenny did join in she obviously shared my love of sarcasm as a means of communication. She appeared the most mature of the group but always seemed happy to follow the flow. Physically she was very pretty, small but perfectly formed. Most women seem to have a best feature, face, breasts, legs or whatever but Jenny's best feature was everything; it was like the saying "the whole was more than the sum of its parts". One thing I had noticed though was that.