Back then she’d been Anna Farley, a primary school teacher. Her photo, taken with a zoom lens during surveillance by the snatch team, showed an over...eight woman with a round pudgy face, framed by straight, drab, shoulder length brown hair and wearing a voluminous calf-length patterned skirt and a brown cardigan. Not exactly a glamour-puss, but that was not unusual in the typical dog-slave; their human appearance became completely irrelevant.He glanced at her now, from where he was standing. The. Nothing to be found but my own secretions. I surveyed my conquest as I departed. She cuddled a pillow for comfort to her raw body. Drool and tears did nothing to hide the satisfied smile on her barely conscious face. Disgusted, I left her there.It was what she wanted.Nights later another small perky woman shared her warmth. She was not like our waitress. This brunette wanted it soft. I was not soft. She called my name as she climaxed. I had forgotten her name. Or had I ever bothered to learn. Guys fell at my feet, asked to dance with me and told me I was sexy and beautiful. There he was, my ex. He stood next to an unbelievably gorgeous man, tall, tanned, muscular. I walked over and said hello to my ex, it took him a while to recognize who I was, but when he did his mouth dropped open. Before he had the chance to reply, I had already grabbed his friend's hand, smirked at my ex, and led him into my friend's guestroom. I pushed him onto the bed, ripped his clothes off to reveal his. "Oh come on you two," Dannie said, giving her brother and sister a crooked smile. "The two of you make enough noise every afternoon to wake the dead. The way Ken's bed squeaks when you're fucking it's pretty obvious what you've been up to for the last month - and that's not counting the moans, groans, and screams of pleasure. Do you have any idea how lucky you are that I've kept mom and dad busy on the other side of the house whenever they get home early? Or how lucky you are that mom and dad.