After thehousekeeper cleared the table from the dinner, Jennifer brought out amanila folder and took out documents. The first document was a contract...etween the two parties, outlining that this slavery is what bothparties desire, and that they are entering it by mutual consent andwithout coercion or reservation. After Mark read it, Jennifer handedhim a pen and he signed it and dated it where it was indicated. Hehanded the contract back to Jennifer who signed it, then had Artis signas. " Sandy grasped the cup in both hands and brought it up to her lips. The young man watched out of the corner of his eye, trying hard not to appear too interested in what she was doing. She took a sip and sighed, the coffee obviously to her liking. By unspoken agreement they sat opposite each other at the old school table that serve as a break area. "How's the research going Jim?" Sandy asked. "Not bad, I guess. I've reached the stage where I need to try out my theory." "Oh,. I continued along the path and then down by the library. Two girls passed me by, talking loudly about something or other. I continued on around the corner and up the steps, into the main concourse. I went straight through to the far side of the building and into the ladies bathroom, which was empty. I took a few selfies in the mirror and then left. I went down the stairs and back outside. I headed down by the river and followed the path along. It was very dark, just the light of the car park. By now she was lost in the sensations that screamed between her legs, and her head hung limply forward as she tried to concentrate on dealing with the double fucking she was getting. Hannah reached forward and pinched her nipples, causing her to yelp. ‘Well?’ she demanded. ‘A slut,’ Claire cried hoarsely, her voice strangled as her body tightened. I felt her shudder as her first orgasm spread through her, clenching me tightly as the wave of pleasure rode over her and into me. Hannah continued.