Though I still didn't know who he was. We passed the empty living room and turned to leave out a back door. I was grabbed from behind by strong arms, ... cold blade was pressed dangerously close to my windpipe and I prayed that the man would turn around and realize my predicament.To my dismay he walked a few more steps."You see? Just like your no good mother. She was stupid and so are you, a dumb cunt whose time had come", his spittle landed on the nape of my neck as he hoarsely whispered in my. Thankfully, Riley drives me home at night. I’d never make it back up the hill with my breath as short as it’s been lately.My first stop was at a coffee shop on Broad. It’s one of the few independents that were left in the city that spawned coffee-love throughout the world. But big name brands are the lowest common denominator for anything that wants to be called espresso. The little independents were where you got a cup that opened your eyes and put a smile on your face. Tavoni’s was just that. I French kiss your southernmost lips as the taste of your cum makes my tongue want to dart until I get every last drop. Your grip on my head subsides as I begin to kiss your thighs whisper how good you taste. You roll off of the chair completely satisfied with goofiest grin painted all over your beautiful face. You kneel next to me and slide your hand between my waistband as you grab me and stroke me for the first time. You look at me wide eyed as your mind makes up that I am indeed larger in. " He grinned. "No, the area that I'm interested in is rather more sophisticated, shall we say, and with rather higher rewards." But slavery nevertheless?" Yes, I won't deny it. It is very definitely about the trafficking of women. Collected, rather as young Rebecca has been, prepared for their new lives and sold on. Like all trading businesses mine has its costs, its revenue and, I'm pleased to say, its profits. Most of our activity is concerned with the collection side, lots of research for.