"You like?" Michele grinned; a radiant smile lit up her face.Michele was wearing a burgundy satin basque cinched at the waist and itaccentuated her cu...ves; she had not bought breastforms but her own smallbreasts filled the cups adequately. Her heavily made up face was framedby a blonde bob, the fringe cut straight across her brows; the napefalling softly to her shoulders. Gold drop-earrings glittered through thesilky mane. Her pretty hazel eyes were exotically defined by blackeyeliner, black. He felt so terrible, who could he talk to... Madame Wong, right... he'd go to her, she was older she could help him. Oh God! no... not her, she'd go to the cops and then there really would he trouble. Sweat began to break out in tiny beads on Mike's forehead, in his mind's eye he saw all the kids at school laughing and jeering at him. He couldn't bear the shame, they'd say obscene things about him and Wendy, they'd just drag her through the mud like she was a piece of shit. They'd taunt him. "I went along with her thinking to myself, "did she really just say that? Well let's put that to the test shall we."We reached the end of the hall where the game room is at, which half of is the movie theater. The theater consisted of a dvd player connected to a projecter pointed at a pure white wall, a three seater couch against the right wall, a chair against the oppisate wall, with another couch and two beanbags in the middle.Once we got the movie going, I sat down at the end of the center. And when we came to the gates my breath was taken away. This city was so much larger then my village. In my village you could walk across it in an hour, but in a cart it took us half of the afternoon to reach the slave pins deep in the heart of the city.I was taken to the area where the best looking women were caged like beasts. For the first time in my life I saw women of all colors. There were some who's hair was white as their skin, but they were young. Other's had hair the color of the.