"How much more do you have to do to earn your freedom?" asked Chloe, Chris' wife and the mother of his five children. "Surely there can't be many more...years of indenture. You've worked for Chi Chong for nine years now..." It's actually twenty-one years I've been indentured," said Chris. "I was just fourteen years old when I sold my labour to Chingford Christmas Trees. That was well before the company was bought up by the Chinese." It still can't be many years yet..." They cut my salary. When the actives convened for a vote, Catherine begrudgingly recommended the four other girls at her table just as highly as she recommended Sarah. They were fun to talk with if nothing else.Wednesday brought yet more complications for Catherine. Her attention problems from the previous day seemed to be there to stay, but she also found herself slipping into a valley girl accent with far more frequency than before. If she focused, she could get a few sentences to sound normal, but her focus was. I didn’t even argue. I simply let him continue. He removed his shirt, revealing a physique more gorgeous than my mind would have led me to imagine. He started kissing me again, his tongue battled mine and he wrapped his arms around my waist. I was so very hot. I couldn’t breathe. And that was just fine. He hands found their way back to intimate places. He teased me by enclosing his lips around my achingly hard nipple. His hand was massaging my already wet pussy, and a sly finger had found it’s. "Oh, I mean for both of you to blow me."I sat on the couch and both girls knelt in front of me. Bernie was quick to relinquish my prick to Merry, but I explained that I wanted the both of them to do me."How?" Bernie asked."You lick his balls," Merry said, "I'll work the top. When we meet in the middle we'll switch, okay?" For sure!" Bernie said brightly and hefted my swollen sac to her mouth. Merry dipped a finger into the oozing moisture seeping from my one-eyed monster and spread it around.