I set my cupdown and then pulled the sleeves of my turtleneck sweater down over myhands. "I miss home, though. I want to talk to mom and dad."A mont... had already passed since the night that agents Jorgenson andDooley had spirited us out of the NAF. Since that time, I had beenclosely guarded and I'd had little or no contact with any of my friendsor family. Officials from the IGC were concerned that any calls wouldbe intercepted by the NAF. "We can't risk them overhearing anythingthat would. “You ok love?” her mother called across the room.“I’m fine mom. I think I might go to bed,” she smiled wanly at her mother, who remained wrapped in the arms of her lecherous lover.“Be a poppet and bring us both a bottle of ale off the sideboard before you go up please Mary,” Walter raised his head over her mother’s supine body.Mary popped the caps off the beers and bought them over, handing them to Walter over the back of the couch. He grinned up at her and winked salaciously; Mary shuddered. "That is a basic three hundred credits, with a refund of one hundred if Greta can't help you to achieve an orgasm. I must warn you that if Greta dies it will cost you five thousand credits to pay for her."Jason was somewhat taken aback at this. He intended to thrash the girl hard, but the price was high; however, Jacqui obviously wasn't putting any limits on the thrashing, only a price if he went too far. He tried to haggle a little."I haven't got three hundred with me," he started."Rubbish,". I put my hand on my desk, hitting my office recorder. At best, I wanted this on tape for later use. At worst, legal protection.She continued to gently massage my cloth covered bulge."Do you want me?" she asked. She did not give me a chance to answer before she started again, "I don't know what my husband saw in that woman. I am a woman who loves to please men. I never once said no to him, not when he wanted to do me from behind, not when he wanted a blow job, never. I would let him cum on my.