“Come on” said the dealer “we are going on a little drive”. “Where are we going?” Anna asked, feeling worried. “To my supplier’s house...�� he said. “Why?” she asked. “Don’t ask questions” he snapped “you don’t question the boss”. Anna sat quietly as they drove to this large house and parked in the drive. “Come on, hurry up” the dealer said impatiently “don’t make him wait”. They entered the house to be greeted by the supplier and a couple of his goons. “So you like ICE do you?” the supplier said.. What next? I decided that I would just go to sleep, but it wasn’t easy knowing that Joanne was laying only a couple of feet away.When I awoke to take my usual pee, I met a locked bathroom door, so headed to the main floor bathroom, and also found a locked door. I had to go pretty badly, so I knocked and asked if whoever was in there was going to be very long. It was Joanne, and she said to go away, she was busy. I guess she must have thought I was listening at the door. Here I was pissing. .. No! Nnnnnnoooooo No!" she begged, feeling herself close to wetting herself, and she told him so. Her pleas fell upon deafened ears as he controlled the vibrations of the sex toys he tortures his property with, "Hush. We're almost home..." The car came to a stop, "alright. Option one, you can go now, outside and walk back home naked. Or option two, you can shut your whore mouth and ride home, then go there. Which one does the slut want?" She didn't think, she needed to pee but she . Twenty one, yeah right. This girl was probably the youngest Slate sister. What was her name again? Oh yeah, Betty"Let me just take a picture of this thing and we can get started" I thought you took pictures of the girls."Pete smiled. "This is just the interview. Have a seat."She sat down on the couch. Betty Slate wore a little jean skirt with no panties and right now her legs were wide open. Pete could see her bald pussy. He snapped a photo of the id in case the cops came knocking. Then he.