Victoria was wearing a nice dark skirt which did not quiet come down to her knees. She wore dark stockings and it looked rather sexy - although I noti...ed one leg had laddered a little. As we got to the top she suddenly looked around at me and I think noticed me sizing her up. Her grey eyes sparkled. The cafe was slick - nice looking waitresses served us and I had to force myself not to eyeball them as I thought this would be in poor form. We had our cake and coffee - passing the odd comments. I had to look back at Tiffany for a few seconds, and she just smirked while slathering her lips."Yes, may I see you now, Lexie?"She nodded, and I grabbed the end of her top.I got it off her, but then Tiffany got right behind her. "Oh, these are some nice bosoms, don't you think, dear?" she inquired, grabbing onto both them.I viewed Tiffany shaking them around for a moment. "Yes, you have great boobs, Lexie."I couldn't comprehend how they both were cool, but I threw caution to the wind and. Cliff wanted to get the book on his nightstand, anyway, so he took a step into the room."Hi, Cliff," came his wife's voice from the darkness. "Close the door."His eyebrows rose. As the door clicked shut behind him, a light snapped on next to the bed.Clair was stretched out before him in a white nightgown sheer enough to let him see that she had nothing on underneath. He drank in her slim, shapely brown body -- the breasts, still firm for a woman her age, the taut belly, the long, slender. It had done so for a thousand years or more.It was completely legal here, unlike on the government controlled central systems. Both men and women were sold to wealthy clients, for the purposes of being their sex-slave, or pleasure slaves as they were known here.Pleasure slaves were bound to their new owners by having a tiny tattoo imprinted on their back of their neck, at the time of purchase. This tattoo could be read with any scanner, telling the reader who the slave belonged to. If you sold.