He had watched as one after another the men had come to sample the girl chained to the floor. For a new slave had to be tested. Her endurance had to b... monitored.He had stood in the quiet obscurity of the shadows and observed. He had seen her creamy cheeks parted with dirty fingers, the soft pink of her anal opening provocative to the gaze of all. Her secret depths violated by long thick fingers. He had watched as they had licked at her buttocks, some savouring the taste of her juices and the. He doesn’t remember a second of getting dressed or driving. Immediately he begins to wonder if anything actually happened tonight.Slowly, Anders climbs out of the car. All the lights in the house are off. He looks at his watch seeing that it is late. So late in fact that somehow he lost about four hours of his life. His wife, Janelle, is certainly going to be pissed that he is home so late. So he takes a steadying breath and heads to the door. Quietly, he unlocks the door, slips inside and. Our lives would be changed forever. Let me describe myself. My name is Brittney. I exercise everyday and am about 52 and 100 pounds soaking wet with rocks in my pocket. My tanned legs and bumble bee bum make guys whistle and pay attention to me all the time. I have long blond curly hair past my waist and am completely tanned with a six pack and smooth as a baby. Not bad for a 19 year old girl. That makes many girls jealous of me. My friend Jen is 21 and just about six feet tall. She has long. Cassandra desperately wanted to whisper something to her sister, but her fears of pain kept her as silent as if she were wearing a gag. The table was silent save for some clinks and slurps. She realized that her vibe had been turned down to a low purr, probably as she was riding out her last orgasm."Slave one, did you have an orgasm?" the man asked."Yes, Master," Cassandra heard her sister reply quietly."I didn't hear you, slave one." Yes, Master," Amanda said a little louder. Cassandra could.