"We went into the living room and I sat down on one end of the couch, while Carla took the opposite end. She turned on the TV, and put on a music docu...entary. Feeling buzzed and a bit horny, I offered to give her a foot massage. She practically jumped with joy when I offered. She quickly turned so both of her feet were in my lap. I wasn't paying any attention to the TV, just her sexy feet with the beautiful pedicure.I began to massage her right foot, working the heel and sole of her foot,. Herready acceptance of this was worrying. What other mental changes had thistransfer made to her? Slave girls were submissive, compliant, weakwilled, highly sexed - and she was now a slave girl. The thought made hermouth dry. She should be angry but that emotion was beyond her. This newbody had so much power over her... As did everyone else.She was in the body of a perfect slave. He had said there were drugs thatprevented her from being a thrall. "What are the drugs that give me freewill?" She. She moaned and gripped the back of my head. I pulled away and we kissed, deep and passionate, my hands moving to the firm cheeks of her ass, lifting her and pulling her towards my stiff cock. "I don't know if I should," she whispered into my mouth. "What about Brendan. I don't think we should fuck." Why don't you rub your clit against my cock?" I said. "Make yourself cum on me."I pulled her closer and she responded by sliding toward me, her clit pressing against my erect cock, pushing it. .. Photograph! Mark realized that with three cocks in some of the shots and Samantha between them there must have been yet at least one more person in the room. Photograph! Pictures were taken quite professionally with good camera and quite proper lighting. Was this photographer man or woman? Did he just take shots or participate in gangbang switching with one of the guys?Mark started thinking about Samantha... when did this happen? How did this happen? Where? He was sure that these pictures.