" She was livid in her anger. Her face was red, and the look on it it was scary. Up until that point, fighting back hadn't even occurred to me. I didn...t want any of our people hurt, let alone any members of my own family, especially my children."Joyce, you can't fight against the kind of people who would do something like that. It's only a business. It isn't worth us dying over." What is worth it then? If you let them take away the vending business, that won't stop them. They won't quit until. .. before I knew it he had mounted the video camera on a tripod and dropped his trousers and filmed me and him fucking.Over the next few nights he repeated the dirty filming each time in a different outfit with him espousing a fantasy for me to imagine. Usual stuff, one night paying off a gambling debt, fucked by three big men of colour, blackmailed for stealing from the company.... typical fantasy stuff. He had several hours of video and that he edited brilliantly into about an hour of sexy. “Try this!” became a favorite expression. Every item had been chosen to elicit just the savory responses the guests gave them.Eyeballs of both men and women rolled around as the sexy waitresses and buff waiters circulated with their trays. Each politely made comments to the opposite sex that were on the verge of flirting, but often a double entendre: ‘If there is anything that I can do for you, just ask me and I’ll try to accommodate your every need.’ ‘What could I do that would make you very. .. Snort... snort... snort... snort... It was like a big bone, splitting her. Thump... thump... thump... thump... thump... thump... Livia’s wails continued, heard all around the hold. Heard and ignored. The speed of thrusting became more frenzied. The slave was now just snorting and whinnying with pleasure. He was peaking... and Livia thanked the Gods it was nearly over. Livia felt the eruption come. Spurting... spurting... spurting... spurting... Filling her with his revolting seed. She was.