I was kissing on one and playing with another. Took her tits in between my fingers and twisted them. She moaned and arched her body. I kept on kissing...her body and inserted my tongue in her navel. She was continuously moaning and releasing erotic sounds.Then I lifted her butts and took off her Capri and panty. Her pussy was clean shaved with a small tinge of hairs. I kissed her pussy and licked her lips. My fingers were exploring her pussy and she was praying me to leave her. She was saying. To be honest, except for the shimmer of the material of her dress, she looked almost normally dressed - other than the effect of everything on her making her look so hot.I did my best not to stare and led her toward the stairs in the back of the club that led up to several “play” rooms. Lady Brighid didn’t say a word. She simply walked with me with her hand lighted upon my arm like we were strolling off on a date.At the top of the stairs, I nodded at the doors. “I’ll need to rent a room.”She. "Hey!" I said, "not so fast, you want to eat?" "It's frozen!" she said, "I can't eat frozen chicken!" Well I can hardly take you to a restaurant can I?" I said, "And the pizza guy will never find us will he?" No," she said, "Why are you doing this?" Why the car keys and not the gun?" I asked."I, ah," she said."Look I just want my son to get straight A's OK, comprendez," I suggested kindly, "now you're maybe a smart girl, maybe now you seen what the alterative is you could maybe guarantee. With each lash like her sister slaves, she gradually put on a better, eager to be chosen expression.For some reason the cell block Super?s hypnotic session before the lineup; had a powerful effect on her consciousness. Despite her initial defiant stance act in the lineup she was more than eager, almost desperate to serve someone; anyone at all regardless of age or gender, she even imagined serving someone homely and cruel.Then her mind floated into a strange illusion of having been a sex slave.