She was just beautiful! He could tell she was younger but he didn’t care. He knew he could have her. “Would you like to have a drink with me?” S...m asked. She replied embarrassed “I’m only 18.” He knew she was young but not 20 years younger than himself, never the less his offer stood. “Well darling, now I know you are a tourist, the legal drinking age is 16 in Paris. Let me take you for a drink.” Lucy didn’t want to be rude so she agreed. Sam walked her to his car where his driver was waiting. Nor did she have a rumored reputation of boffing school chums of her son as my friend Chad's mom had. To be sure, those two women, among others, were masturbation fantasies for myself and many others around school, but never once in my formative years did I think about my own mother in that manner. Obviously, though, I wouldn't be writing this story if my feelings about her had not changed.To be honest, my mother is not a cosmetically beautiful woman. She stands at just a few inches past five. I said “let’s dance” again. Soon we were on the dance floor. Again a slow song came on and Jane took me in her arms and held me close once again. This time Jane kissed me right on my lips and said “you are absolutely beautiful”. We had had our first kiss. I looked at Brenda and she was in shock. Jane and I went up to Brenda and I said Jane and I are going to her place for some wine, and Jane would drive me home. Brenda thought to herself you just never know about some people, who thought this. From being an honor student looking at a college education, to a sex slave, emotionally beaten, in less than 24 hours.However, it was nowhere near over for the young girl. Her life for the following three weeks – until the date of the next monthly slave auction – was one of abuse, mistreatment and pain. Seldom permitted more than an hour rest at a time, her internet video quickly made her a favorite among the staff at the jail. Subjected to everything from gang rapes to forced self-abuse,.