, Inc.?’ Adrienne asked. ‘White Girls Make Great Slaves, Incorporated., I deal in human flesh my dear, I find beautiful young girls, women, what ...ver else my clients are looking for, and then transport them out to the highest bidder.’ Albert explained. ‘I don’t want any part of this shit, asshole, why are you telling me this?’ Adrienne asked. ‘Well my dear, I’m telling you this because you have two choices now, one, you can come to work for me as my assistant and make more money than you. Grace stood and moved into the centre of the room. She drew a breath, crossed her arms over her body and tugged at the hem of her singlet. As the bundle of black cotton fell from her fingertips, she tried not to dwell on the sexual experience his former girlfriends must have had, or worry too much about her awkwardness killing the mood. She adjusted the strap on her black bra and peered at herself in the dressing table mirror. Her breasts swelled above the intricate lace cups. Her cheeks were. So relaxed, she moans and there’s movement against my finger. She realises, does she know I can feel it? could she realise perhaps what I really want, how far I could go? “Honey, honey stop, I feel like I’m going to…” “Sshhh” I say, smiling and putting a finger on her lips “I know. I can feel it”“But…”“I want it”“You want it?”“I want it I promise, so much.”“You’re sure?”“So sure. Let it come, share it with me”She sighs and accepts, trusts me, indulges my fantasy, moans and moves her arse. I woke up from a restless sleep in the small on-site guard's house with a severe fever and headache. In my feverish state I noticed that I had missed my shift start and tried to crawl over to the phone, wondering vaguely why my boss hadn't come to see what had happened. The boss had always called before if I missed the start of my shift by more than five minutes. I finally managed to get out of bed and promptly fell down. By the time I reached the kitchen I realized that I was in serious.