"Her expression shifted. "How?" Actually, that's what we're going to discuss. I already know that I can't keep all of you safe constantly, but I have ...omething that will help safeguard all of you when you're at work, out shopping, whatever." I started guiding her toward my front door and she held onto me like she was almost afraid of what was inside. "This isn't going to be just me keeping you safe, but all of us working together to make it happen."She nodded and seemed to relax a little. I. What man, presented with a reluctant, fearful slave girl, cowed into submission by beatings and threats, would not prefer an eager, submissive slave slut, desperate to please, willingly opening her thighs before him for his pleasure? I knew that I fell into that category, and I suspected that my new colleagues did as well.In the evening, I was put to work in the club again - not, as I had feared, bound again over the same table to be used like so much captive flesh, but instead put to the more. Swinging her head towards me, she just smiled at me and kissed me on the forehead before pulling away. I was kind of upset. I watched her rise and leave the bed; she must have known how horny I get when I touch her while she sleeps. My needs had once again been left unfulfilled. Such is the story of every man's life at some point, but this is not a sad tale, for this was just the beginning. A few minutes later she emerged from the bath with a funny look on her face. "Let's go to church this. The gear-change lever on old British bikes is on the right, the rear brake pedal on the left. If it'd been a Japanese bike the bent footrest would have made it very difficult to ride. As it was, it was just awkward."I'm ok. Just dented pride." I like the bike; there's not too many of those around these days," he commented. "Would you like to ride with us?I thought about it. It'd certainly be easier. "Yes please," I replied, and pushed the bike a few yards to a tree against which it could.