If you getthe other three Leading Recruits to help we can get back on track in notime," Michele said."But I was kinda hoping to spend some time with m... favourite Wrentoday." Spike smiled down at her."Let's get this done Jason; we have six weeks to spend time together." Your right Wren Writer Nyland," he said officiously."And I like it when you call me Jason." He brushed his lips against hersand then playfully spanked her behind."Ok Wren Nyland, start typing!" he instructed.They both sat down. Then, disaster struck! In those early years, enslaved women looked and dressed like their free counterparts, since there were no identification laws. After the Great Slave Revolt of 1970, the murderous slaves who had taken part in it were able to escape into the society at large with ease, and it took five whole years before the last one was captured and punished. Now remember, something in this world had caused the population to be kinky, whether it was the Pink Plague or something. Richard let out a light moan as she went to work. Alice was what you might call an anilingus maniac. A wife that enjoyed rimming was definitely a fine trait, but he couldn't help but dwell on the fact that he'd enjoy it more with stricter bondage or an intense spanking first. He wanted it to feel more like a Domme inflicting her will on a slave rather than an enthusiastic wife servicing her husband.She continued her dutiful licking and tonguing for long minutes, occasionally offering a light. Dave pulled away suddenly and Polly reluctantly let his cock fall out of her eager mouth. He helped her to her feet and with one hand, roughly pushed her make up off the top of the dressing table. Polly’s lipstick and brushes flew violently across the room as he lifted her up and practically threw her on top of the table. She spread her legs and he moved between them, ripping open her robe with a grunt, his hands moving straight to her firm breasts. Polly groaned loudly as he squeezed them.