In most places they didn't care if it was consensual or not, and just being involved in something like this would get you locked up and branded a devi...nt for life. Great, so now I had to confront Amber with this and get permission to talk to someone and try to figure out how to help her. Was this even something she really wanted? How could I be sure I was reading this correctly?Again, the question answered itself, prom night we had done a little rough-edged role playing at one point. Angela had. Still, it had taken some effort to get away from them. Dante had laughed when she’d told him that she was done with them; that’d been three months gone. Now he’d shown up to try and rekindle their agreement. She had to hope that he’d gotten the message—finally.Actually, Dante Rodriguez didn’t believe in putting pressure on his customers; it, pressure, was bad business; they always came back if they didn’t feel threatened or, well, pressured; it gave them, the customers, the illusion that they. Another dozen rise and exit. Bradley looks at them. They seem all the same build, same height.Running had never been an option. The runners were always found and then converted. What were a few days of freedom compared to eternity as a gaybot? At least that is what the department's advertisements said.“Bradley, stand and exit” says the voice. Bradley stands, as do another eleven similarly-sized men. He walks with them to the exit. The voice directs them along a corridor and to a changing. She just lifted herself up so she could look at me through the gap in her legs and said you better get down here and clean me before it goes cold.I could not believe how I just walk over dropped to my knees and started to lick and suck her pussy clean, knowing the cum had just been left there by my best friend John.My wife told me how she was not going to stop at just fucking John, if I wanted a slut, then a slut I was going to have. I lifted up to try to speak, but she just shoved my head back.