YES!! BRING IT ON!!.A soft voice said, I need room for the night Plez. The accent was quite thick and I guessed Eastern European. To look at, she was ... delight. Gina Vladakove was the name on her license she showed for ID.Quite tall and slim, mid to late 20s, her long Silver blonde hair was obviously not a dye job, the acrylic nails looked as if they could dig a garden they were that long and the eyelashes almost touched her forehead. Don’t get me wrong, she was stunning, just so made up you’d. No husband, no children, no boyfriend, hardly any friends. My life revolves around a store that sells clothes I haven't the nerve to wear."Kara glanced at me and grinned. Then she turned to Jo and said in a voice that left no room for doubt, "Girl, we're going to change your life!"Jo took a big sip of wine and smiled nervously. She obviously wants what Kara is offering. But it doesn't take a mind reader to realize she doesn't know if she has the nerve.We ate a long leisurely meal. The food was. As consciousness returned, feeling the cuffs and chains, moaning through my ring gag, I recalled being lost in a sea of cocks as I was used over an over again by unknown men, in the basement of this sex club. My owners made sure I didn't know where it was, and I cursed myself for being excited by that. The slave in the cell next to me looked on with curiosity and sympathy, she was dressed as a cheerleader and chained up like I was. I wondered if there were others, how many, and what I'd gotten. If your pussy is mine, my cock is definitely yours,” I said.“Would you like to fuck her?” Connie asked.“She’ll make someone a great Norwegian grandmother someday. To be crude about it, most guys would do her with a single bag, but I’ve made love to you, and I could never insult you by settling for anyone less than you,” I said.“Plus, you could never respect yourself if you settled, could you?” Connie asked.When we got home, I stripped Connie and had her put on a black leather skirt, garter.