There was something around my neck. A frilly lace choker. I could not see it, but I didn’t have to. My body was wrapped in a soft, clinging dress of...black fabric and white lace, whose low cut bodice plunged low on my chest. The hem ended well shy of my knees, leaving my legs bare save for a pair of silken stockings that ended at the bottom of my thighs.I knew this outfit, I had seen it before. On His Lordship’s maids, on all his servants, by my wife Molly when I tried and failed to rescue her.. " It's all yours, baby," he breathed, "anytime, anywhere."Within seconds they were both naked and on the bed. He knew every one of her hot spots, and touched on every one; behind the ear, under her chin, and of course the nipples.She groaned, screamed, pleaded, and yelled, "Oh God," more times than he could count ... and he hadn't even stuck it in yet.When he did, she dug her nails into his back, wrapped her legs around his waist, and pushed her hips back and forth to coincide with every thrust. A distant door closed. I wait, but nothing else happens. Was it my imagination? No. Another distant sound saves me from my doubts. I wait, eager for her company. Willing to do anything for a cup of water.I’m too weak to jump when the lights turn on. A heartbeat later the door bangs open. She steps into sight, and squats down so that she can look into my eyes. One hand holding onto my arm for balance. She smiles at me like nothing is wrong.Last time it happened so fast I didn’t really see her.. I was listening in on another phone has he made his idea known to Angel. He wanted to BET her $1000 that she would not be his absolute SEX SLAVE for at least 7 days over the upcoming 4th of July weekend & his last week in Reno. Angel did not even bother to ask him exactly what he had in mind for this because she had previously endured a few fun times at Joes so she kind of knew what could be in store for her then too. She just quickly took his bet & assured him that she would win it no matter.