She exposed Ashley’s unshaven pussy and buried her nose in that dark forest. Ashley stepped away, turned around then bent over exposing her beautif...l ass and her pussy which if I had to guess was getting very wet. Karen instantly pulled her close and started to eat everything in front of her as she reached to hold Ashley’s hanging tits.I could not take it any more and stood up and began to undress. Jim had beat me and was walking over to his wife, Karen when Ashley reached out and grabbed. A slave was simply what I was. It was not a matter of choice or historical explanation. It was part of my inmost nature."I am a slave because that is what I am, mistress," I said, softly but clearly. "I do not know how long I have been a slave, or why I became a slave, or if perhaps I have always been a slave. I only know that in every fiber of my being, I exist to serve my masters, to please them in any way that I can, asking nothing, accepting everything." I stopped, confused and scandalized.. And that frustration played a key role in what would eventually transpire, one night, when Bob walked into the control room to work his next eight hour shift. He was relieving Steve Campinelli, who had just worked the four to midnight shift. There was nothing to suggest that this shift would be particularly difficult. The job sheet had six missions on it, but none of them would take longer than half an hour.He went about programming a satellite on the other side of the planet to do his first. Oh, and perhaps a dream of Misty Day. Or of Salome. And Nora. And Jessica. Hey, a fellow is only human.Or vampire in my case.I awoke several hours later, it being darkness of the next evening, fully energized as were those in my nest. And I had a choice to make ... where to go next. So many places, so much to do. But for now ... I just had to seduce Violet, didn’t I?“Oh, Violet, sweetie, here I come!” I chuckled wickedly as I prepared to claim the youngest member of the Harmon tribe.I arrived.