"Helen was struck speechless by this. The slave markets didn't really exist, did they?"I know you don't believe they really sell slaves, but they do. ...aster bought me at auction and I was so happy about it," she continued, "Others were not so lucky." What ... what do you mean?" asked the English woman."I mean that if he sells you, you don't know who might buy you. It might be a good man, like our Master, but it could be a brothel owner, or a real sadist, or even the army might buy you for one. We smoked most of the homegrown stashed recklessly under the front seat. We drank, she danced, and I struggled to stay in touch with reality until the club closed. I hated to see it end. But, as they say, all good things...I made my way to the car, a little concerned about how I would make it home in my altered state. Laurie was waiting, leaning against the front edge of the hood, watching me with an evil grin. Her ride had gone without her, could I take her home? Now, I wasn't a strip club. We knew we had to get full marks in the project and the exams.After we freshened up in the girls toilet we went to class where my new boyfriend Ajinkya was there and wanted me to bunk the next classes so that we could go out. After huge persistence I agreed and we took his bike to go to a restaurant where we had food and decided to bunk the next class to go back to the college area where there is a secluded part of the football field to have some fun. We sat behind the water tank of the area as. .. party spirit!"I certainly did. Dad believed in share and share alike, and as long as work was done and duties were performed to his satisfaction the atmosphere, and the clothing, was likely to loosen considerably.I turned to Jill McLelland and bowed. "M'lady I would be delighted to find a home for my sword in your scabbard if you're sure that that's..." What I want?" She laughed, it was soft, it was gentle but it was oh so sensual and held the promise of a long afternoon or evening of.