No doubt if the guy had been unattractive she would have moved his hand or told me however she decided to see how far he would go, as I sat talking to...the guy next to me Anne's admirer slowly moved his hand from just above her knee to the crotch of her bikini briefs stopping there for a few minutes while he decided what his next move should be. With Anne showing no sign of being uncomfortable to his probing he decided to slip his fingers inside her briefs, a slight spreading of her legs and his. 'You like?' She said, nodding her head, 'French. Very strong.' She took some herself, passed me the bottle and pushed me onto my hands and knees on the bed. She climbed behind me, spread my cheeks and spat on my hole. She was wicked and jammed her cock in, causing me to try and squirm away, 'It's too much!' But she didn't care and held me by the hips, pushing her meat deep inside me. 'Nice boy. Nice and slutty for your mistress,' She said, grabbing me by the hair and pulling my head back. She. She's your worker fucking ant. We talked about what it would mean to run away, to break the contract. But we decided she should stay and try to make it through it while I came here. But ... You never listened to her, Sophie. You could have defended her against Carrie and the agency. But those dollar signs kept flipping away in your eyes while you played with your property because you needed your young lesbian plaything from time to time. But all that time, how many times did she tell you how. I heard the click of the opening lock, and the beautifully sexyvessel for my foot, that held it severely arched in its locked vice-likegrip for over a day now came off my left foot.As it did, so did the tears - just like Alice, when I unlocked and tookoff her damp and smelly heels, I started crying the moment my foot wasreleased from its prison - the pain in my cramped feet, the release fromthe unyielding confinement, Alice's soft hands and lips wrapped around myaching toes, all the.