I’m going to resist. I won’t let them wipe my mind out. As long as I can remember who I am, I’ll have chance to beat them. I’m Jennifer?.I’m...Jennifer. Shit, that bastard Tim is coming again. I have to be strong?I have rights?I’m a human being?I’m Jennifer! I am not going to be a worthless slave!We see a nude Jennifer, with a collar and a tag tied to one of her tits with her number, (65487.) Her disposition is very cheery, Hi, and welcome to Slaves-R-Us, your one stop slave shop!. My name. Finally once she settled in to the new surroundings we began to talk, she would talk about her day and the current problems she had and I would listen with all attention. our legs grew tired of sitting on the tail gate of my truck so I took her hand and we walked along the pebble lined beach of the little lake. every step we took made a little crunch sound muffled from the moisture that was close at hand. after walking for about an hour we began heading back to the truck, as soon as we got to. For a few minutes, she played with my clit with her fingers. She asked me to lift my ass up while inserting my vibe inside my clit again. Then she asked me to fetch her butt plug."Hell" i said " i wont stand it tonight". "Its not for you" she said.She lifted her ass and asked me to plug it inside. I spat on it and made it wet, before shoving it inside.It was highly enjoyable, what she had planned. She was making me cum while i fucked her ass.She came closer and started kissing me again, after. ”She finally nodded and I went downstairs, taking out my phone and calling Tricia.“Hi,” she said, subdued.“Hi,” I said, frowning at the tone of her voice. “Are you okay?”“Yeah,” she said awkwardly. “I’m just at Cheryl’s right now.”“Oh,” I said. “I’ll let you go then. I love you. Call me later, okay?”“If it’s not too late,” she said vaguely. “Later.”I looked at my phone and shook my head. That conversation made my skin crawl. She’d been so distant and hadn’t told me she loved me back. I tried.