"Jesus, man, it's a right bloody knocking shop. You can't get a room there on the weekend for love nor money." Where is this again?" another voice ask...d."That new Motorlodge they've built on the bypass right next door to the Asda superstore. I wanted a room there on Saturday to take Ruby from dispatch for a couple of hours. But I couldn't get in there for love nor money," the first voice said."For a bloody good shag you mean. Look, if her old man catches you, you'll be in for the high jump. Did. He fucking left me here? Or was planning to leave me here? How the fuckwas I going to get home? I went into my purse and dug out my wallet -at least I could take a cab back if I needed to. It would probably costme over a hundred bucks but at least I had the means if I could find anATM machine ... until I looked a little closer and realized all that wasin my wallet were my Macy's card and a few other meaningless pieces ofplastic. Shit.What a fucking sucker I am. Jack had fucking robbed me. I am ordered to lock a chain on seven of the family members. The only one I do not chain is the mother. She is smiling. She knows what is going to happen. She has done this before. All this is happening in the open courtyard. Sometimes we have visitors who can watch. As sex slaves we have no right to privacy. Our duties are obedience to the orders of our masters. If they want us to fuck in public, we fuck in public. I lock a leash on to the iron collar on the neck of the mother. I point to the. When I got to Donald and Philly's house on Friday night, the guys had been drinking for a few hours and both were pretty lit, so all plans of going out pretty much went out the window. I was really ok with that anyway. My plan involved Donald getting a pretty good buzz. I searched though my purse and scared up a nice fat joint and fired it up. We all got a good buzz going. I drank some tequila for my nerves and just enjoyed hanging out with the guys watching a hockey game.By the time the game.