He had accidently gone in the wrong entrance in his haste to pump her full of his mountain man joy-juice, but thankfully had retreated to the correct ...emale entrance with a single word of apology for his error.Truthfully, she missed the anal fun her husband at given her with his drunken orgies at the Fort. Her experience with the Indians was that they carefully stayed away from rear door sex because of some superstition about posterior loving that came from so long ago nobody remembered where. Reversing, I retraced the pattern, shrugging out of the bustier and raising my hands to my head again. Eyes closed, I gave myself to the moment, stretching sinuously, displaying myself for his pleasure. As my arms descended, I opened my heavy eyes and gave him the sauciest, most flirtatious look I could manage before turning towards the window. It just took a little shimmy and a couple of flicks of my fingers to drop the ropey thong, and I was naked. The view in front of me was spectacular. We. I prepared to settle for the inevitable sorbet. But Inoticed immediately that there was a change in him. As he stood before me,I noted that the lowest button of his shirt was undone, the one just abovethe waist of the black trousers, and that he had actually slightly pulledthe shirt open so that I had a clear view of his flat tummy through. Itwas surprisingly sensual. But that was not all. As he stood, and I made apretence of choosing from the list which he had given me, he stood with onehand. “Hi boys, my name is Jack Winslow, and I’ve come to welcome you to The Corporation” he said with a dashing smile. “As you already might have deduced, since you were bought by Mr. Beckett, you’re now his property, and as such, you’re also property of The Corporation. Which means, you’ll have to work for it”“What the hell is The Corporation?” asked Brent in annoyed tone.“Well, The Corporation is the largest and most important human trafficking company in the world, and we currently count with two.