“It’s over.” That was it. Nothing else. He stood there looking at the phone, confused. Minutes passed before realisation hit him: It’s over �... the waiting is over. Despite it making no sense, it was the only explanation – the woman who pushed passed him, ignoring him. She was the dead man’s Wife… his Wife! He thought he’d been at the Funeral of his Foster Brother – but he hadn’t… it was his own! People had talked about the accident on the approach from the cars to the graveside, he’d overheard. I waded over to him and took him to the 'sitting rock' where he could sit down in the water and relax. "Hold still." I said, and then sat in his lap, facing him with my legs wrapped around him. His cock throbbed against my belly as I held myself hard against his body. I just had to kiss him and I soon had his passions going like it was our first time together. I rose up and caught his cock in the cleft of my pussy and expected him to thrust like he always did, but he hesitated. I'd been teased. He no longer, it seemed, had any interest in my dancing."You again," said Erin as she knelt by the water trough and scrubbed herbody with a wet sponge. Other slave-girls jostled for space either sideof her as I approached.The rotating schedule in the mornings meant it was a full eleven daysbefore I was released from my pen to wash myself at a water trough atthe same time that Erin did. Eleven days in which I had been forced tobegin demeaning dance lessons! Eleven days in which I was being. She’s blond and very tall. She has quite a curvy body.”“You mean Holly? Yea, she does all that. To have her that will cost you a grand. She’s worth it. She’s so fucking good at what she does. She’s a star here.”George couldn’t believe his daughter was a tramp. Why would she be doing this?“I’d like a private dance with Holly.”George handed him his credit card and the bouncer rang the sale.“I’ll have Mary take you to the VIP area. Holly will be inside shortly. Enjoy!”George was horrified and had.