Excited talk filled the room. Blushing bimbos teetered around in sexy French maid's uniforms. They tried to keep their serving plates out of the way o... their wobbling titties. Some really had to stretch their arms to keep their proud melons from sweeping the glasses to the ground.They hardly tried to avoid being pinched, though. Or having their swaying asses groped on their precarious expeditions. Some even had to put their plate away for a while to have their nipples sucked or their asses. After five years of sexual abuse and torture, few of the female survivors were sane. The children who had survived didn’t know enough about their family to identify their property rights. Thousands of relatives and other interested parties had cropped up claiming property, but it was difficult to claim a condominium that no longer existed. Without a government backing a currency, monetary assets were worthless. The businesses were gone.“I’d rather we take our time with that than to rush in and. “I should wash up.” ----- Tegan was just done wiping the remnant’s of Sam’s semen off her face when Yeong stumbled into the bathroom and turned to face her, hoping she had gotten it all.“Oh, sorry!” Yeong said, startled as she wiped her eyes. “The door was open.”“My bad.” Tegan smiled. She was slightly concious of the fact she was only wearing an oversized t-shirt she normally slept in that only fell halfway down her thighs, and even that concession to modesty was only in consideration of the. Through the window I see the back of a person standing in a white onesie. "What does she want now?" I mutter to myself as I turn the handle to open the front door. "Hello … " she looks up at me. " Your probably wondering what I want now!" Her eyes look up at me then down at my waist. "Umm I need a job. A part time job. Do you know of any around here. " "Yes. Hard work though. A company in town is looking for gardeners. A nursery is looking for staff. " I suggest"I was thinking closer to home..