I didn't mention that most of the people there were either rapists or women held there against their will. That might have upset her.I told her that I...had spent most of the day working with Susan, learning how to do things the way that they needed to be done there. I assured her that they had been very nice to me and had fed me well.I was as vague as I could possibly be and that seemed to suit her just fine.Laura came down while we were talking and heard the story I told mom. She didn't say a. “Hello madam”, he grinned at her, can I help. She introduced herself and asked if she could peruse the merchandise for her shop. The black man quickly briefed her on what was where in the front of the shop and that in the rear of the shop they had there stocks of ‘adult material’. “ Oh okay” she smiled and wander off to explore.A few moments later the tall black man appeared again and said” I forgot to mention, if you see any underwear your not sure about you are welcome to try it on and we can. "This is only right Samantha. You need to accept your deviancy as your proper place within our family." she patted her sisters head, then regretted it as she got her own piss on her hand, she shook the drips of urine off and then wiped her hand on her sisters exposed tits. "You were always the favorite, you were always putting me down and hating my lifestyle. Well now 'sis' we'll see how that turns out. By the time you come out of this place you'll be a whole new woman, one that knows her. "Take it off for me, please," Now?" he asked weakly. She nodded, and he reached for the zipper with trembling fingers. He found it, zipped it slowly down, saw the sheen of her black half-slip. Her zipper was down now, and he took the cloth of the skirt in his moist hands and drew it over her curving hips. She raised herself slightly in her chair as he pulled the skirt over her ass and down to her ankles. Then he did the same with the slip, peeling it over her curves, bringing her panties into.