“Yes. Your wife thought you might enjoy having your own personal sex slave as your birthday present, so here I am.” And she again flashed me anoth...r one of her bright smiles. “Now you start on your bacon and eggs while I go and get the biscuits out of the oven. We want to be sure you have enough energy to do what ever you want, to me, as much as you want this weekend.” “The whole weekend you say?” “Uh huh. Your wife figured since you had the whole weekend to celebrate, that she would let you. Not really a dirty mess, though. It was more of an unorganized kind if mess. Her clean clothes were piled in a corner, books and magazines covered the table haphazardly, things of that sort. If anything was really ‘dirty,’ it was the kitchen. There were dishes piled in the sink, and coffee grounds lightly covered the counter and floor near the coffee maker. ‘What’ll you have?’ she inquired. ‘Whatever you’re having,’ he replied. He picked up one of the books of the table, and read the spine.. A stark white tiled room with a shower cubicle just off it and only a large marble topped table in the middle.“Strip for me please Kylie,” Dan told her. It was couched as a request, but it was actually an order.As she did so, the door opened and the man she knew as Angelo entered. Kylie had had nothing to do with him except she knew from the other girls that he ran the dairy and was in charge of girls at like times. Dan left them and Angelo urged her into the shower and bade her clean herself. Les took note of where Paula was staring andinside knew she was curious.“Your cunt is too hairy, we’ll have to shave it later,”Les said, “now lower your fuckin’ hands and let me seeyour tits.”Paula was appalled. No one talked to her like she wascommon. The vulgar words stung her ears and she shookher head “no.”“No, this is as far as I go,” Paula yelled trying to acttough.Les got up from the chair and walked directly up toPaula, grabbed.