She asked “your girlfriend?” I dropped to my knees, pulled off her jeans and panties and gave her pussy a quick lick before answering “and my pr...m date.” In response to both my words and actions she muttered “yes.” I gave her pussy another lick and reached around to spank her perfect ass, before I stood up and said “this isn’t how I wanted to get you, but I’m glad I did,” before kissing her again. I told her to get dressed and that I’d take her home with me and treat her how she deserved to be. " You forgot what?" My father sold me," she said. "My brother is getting married. Sons are important. I'm happy he sold me to you." Would you like me to send you home?" I asked and only a human would have asked her that, and only one from my particular time and place, I suppose."You would return me?" If you want me to," I said."No." Troy blinked rapidly and shook her head. "I would rather die than shame my family that way." I didn't mean..." Why would you punish me like that?" she demanded as. And I'm willing to do anything for you, I don't care about the conditions." "Well, just to make sure, here are the rules for being my slave: "First, you don't leave the house without my permission. "Second, you do whatever I tell you to do, cheerfully. If I tell you to take a garden trowel and clean out the cesspool at my mountain retreat, you do that. If I take you to my club and pimp you out, you take all comers. "Third, 'Slave' is a short-term position: I expect a slave to be willing to die. Short gold shorts and a low cut sweater. I even got a cheap wig on the Swamp Dog's dime. I changed in back of the SUV. We drove right to the house before anyone changed their minds. They were probably worried more about me, than anyone else. I seemed to be the only one with a qualm about killing, and yet I was the first to be put in the kill or don't kill situation.I got out of the SUV two blocks before the house. I walked in my hooker outfit up to the house. I could see that the gang member in.