My eyes are closed. I can not see who lays next to me in my arm.My left hand can feel her big very firm buxom beauties though, she must be young.My ba...k feels two other mammalian protuberances flattening at my shoulder blades.I open my eyes. It is deep dark in my black bedroom with satin sheets. No moon.My thumb and forefinger tips slowly start to roll those two young yummy nipples.She is very sensitive there. She immediately begins to moan, her breath deepens.They seem to shine only black. From somewhere in her being the following wordswere forced from her lips: "Hans, I want to be your sex slave!"Hans' face lit up. "I knew the minute I saw you Marcie, that you were morethan a great pair of tits." He also knew that she was more than just a greatfuck.He reached over and picked up a riding crop hanging by the side of the bed.He fingered it as he leered at her. "You want to be my sex slave, let's testyou." What do you want?" she asked excitedly."Turn over," he ordered as he tapped. They raced up the stairs together, Sasha still holding Greg’s hand, and feeling as though she were going to be taken care of by someone who may be able to prevent her from making a complete fool of herself. At the top of the stairs, Greg turned to her before he opened the door. Startled, Sasha moved to her back foot, to create a little breathing space between them. ‘Sasha, I’m very keen for you to become our new model. I’m not sure how much you know about Jay, but there has been a little. Something very presentable with nothing on underneath. There was a good chance that with me showing up like this, you were probably going to be angry. You might even make me leave as soon as I arrived. But I was willing to take that risk. I walked in, surpassing your secretary, and found you settled in your chair behind your desk. Your back was to me as you were rummaging through some files. I could hearing mumbling and cursing under your breath. I knew you were having a bad day. You had been.