I was sitting in my office, going over Eric's list of our new employees, and trying to figure out what the hell to do with all of them, when the phone...rang. I looked up from the list and gazed at the phone console. Eric's intercom light was blinking in time with the rings."Yes Eric?" Doctor, there's a call for you ... it's him."I smiled coldly; set the list down and with my free hand activated the program Lucy's people had installed on my computer. The monitor was quickly filled with a grid of. The jealous Clete would make short work of them surely. "Hide the tripods in a closet and take the cameras with us." What about her? She'll talk. I've got to whack her." No, no, no, man," Sam hurried to say. "We can't kill anyone here today. We've left too much physical evidence already. Sperm, hair, pubes, prints-- Do you want to clean up all the fingerprints here? Can you remember everything you've touched? He's the sheriff, her husband's a politician. It'd be manhunt of the year. Let her. “I am glad you all attended, and I hope you enjoyed my slaves.” Many of his guests erupted into cheers at this comment. “As you know I will be hosting this year’s Bardleby Trade Auction on June 11th. Seeing as this is the first of three benefit dinners for said auction I am asking for any donations. Cash or slave. We are all facing persecution for our lifestyles, so I understand donating at this time is difficult for many of you, but I hope you will show your support. I thank you all for. They moved apart and I could at last see Susan. She was on her back, legs high in the air and spread wide apart. Her arms were holding on grimly to a black man who was hammering into her squelching cunt. Her eyes were tightly closed and sweat ran down her face to dampen the filthy mattress she was lying on. She was bucking violently, raising her hips to meet the man's loins each time he thrust into her. Even in my half-dazed state I couldn't understand why. Why she seemed to be giving herself.