Helen didn't have to take a whole lot of pain, not byMichiko's standards anyway, so apart from being whipped neck to toe she livedto pleasure Mic with...her mouth. She also hired a maid, Sina, a formerSM-hooker well acquainted with both sides, active and passive. Sinas job was to walk around with nothing but high heelsand a maid's apron on, take care of the penthouse and most of all take care ofSarah. While Helen was allowed to move freely Mic kept her promise to enslaveSarah completely. Sina fed. She cried quietly as I cuddled with her."I missed you so much, Tut. It was horrible. I feel like I've been in prison for the last four years, you rat bastard." I'm sorry," I said."No you're not," she said. "If you'd been sorry you'd have stayed there with us." You went off to college," I reminded her."Which isn't nearly as far away as Australia," she reminded me."Are we going to fight or make love?" I asked her."Both," she said.Then she writhed against me, as inflamed as I was, until she. I looked back to my girlfriend, Casey. Her bottom large and round, filling the jeans that she always wore. Nice, but not something I'd had my hands on recently. We'd been arguing a lot at that time, and I'm pretty sure she was fucking one of her office-mates too.I rounded another aisle, and almost bumped right into the tight-vested, big titted lady from before. I apologised, looking her up and down candidly. Then noticed the guy next to her, his arm on hers. I stepped aside again, and watched. The bartender, who had stopped to wash glasses at the sink in front of Jacques' position at the bar, chuckled. "They're regulars. We call 'em table-hangers -- or booth-flies." Why?" Jacques asked."They're in here almost every night," the bartender related. "They'll get a salad and they'll sit there, taking up space until closing, hoping there will be a pickup." He shook his head. "We had one three months ago, and they were all here -- fat lot of good it did them." No wonder," the young guy.