Jasmine didnt know what else to do, so she just sat in the cubicle shakinh with fear.Her phone started to vibrate, it was a text message from the taxi...driver saying he was outside, Jasmine stood up, quickly composed herself and walked out of the cubicle, she walked towards the exit of the pub and walked outide.Standing there was the taxi driver, he gave Jasmine a friendly smile and opened the car door for her.Once the driver was inside Jasmine appologised for messing the driver about, he turned. And the topic of this was Colette Tuchman-Lee's current campaign to transfer the terms of slavery from life-time servitude to limited-term indenture."I know you mean well, Colette," said John Murray, the man chosen to represent the opposing view, as he puffed clouds of smoke from his pipe into the television studio. "Who wouldn't want to improve the lot of those few poor wretches who suffer from unwarranted maltreatment by a reprehensible minority of slave-owners? But we must consider carefully. We had decided to have a few drinks in the hotel and then look for sex later on when it quietened down, both agreeing to go separately so we could take our time. This suited me because I wanted to meet a sexy girl with a cock who stood in the windows with a blue light above to indicate their gender. I went first, eager to have some filthy fun so I took a Viagra to avoid any nervous performance and headed towards the Tranny area. It was a short walk from the hotel but I was soon admiring a. She stayed on all fours for a long time, anticipating vainly what was to come, straining against her bonds and using all her slayer senses to try and gather some clues.They picked up the swish of the whip before it struck her but she didn't recognise it for what it was.It hurt, it really hurt. She cried out, or would have if the gag had not held her mouth firmly, denying her even that release. The whipping grew in its intensity. Her back and buttocks were soon stinging with fiery pain."No more.