..may as well give him more of an eyeful!Slowly I turn the conversation round to my predicament, and the play begins. I offload to John all my problem..., and surprise even myself how easily I can turn on the waterworks! Instantly John tries to comfort me, and I experience a little surge of excitement as I feel him place a consoling hand briefly and gently on my knee.“Hey! Hey! Abbi!” he says, and as we both stand up. His hand comes up to my face, to help wipe away my tears, “We can work this. He held me close to him on the small cot, and we began to talk for awhile. ‘Marcella, you have to leave your husband. He just isn’t appreciating you. You say he’s the only other person you’ve fucked besides me? ‘Well, baby, now you fucked me. You ain’t fucked your husband in a long time, so now, technically, I am the only man you are fucking. You should be with me and me alone. And I came in your pussy, too, Marcella. I bet you’re not on birth control? I shook my head. ‘See, now we have to. He had a dungeon with a dozen girls being trained and another dozen personal slaves. He rarely left his compound, so we only had a few small windows to take him. My head of security came up with a plan to get them all together.At first, I didn’t like it. The plan was to give them such a target-rich environment, they would congregate, and we could take them all out at once. I wanted this to be strictly my drug enforcers on this. In the end, Victoria convinced me to bring in those of our security. I hung around in the shop until she was done, and it wasn't long before she reappeared. She looked magnificent. On this day I had chosen for her to wear a fairly plain white v-neck blouse with short sleeves, a very short, lightweight flared skirt in a pretty summer pattern and with a pair of high-heeled strappy sandals. And of course she was wearing plenty of slutty make-up and her ankle bracelet. But as she walked over towards me I also saw that she had only fastened one button on her blouse -.