. . . . That particular show had more to go because it seems that the “fuckers” had to change for new “fuckers”. The “fuckee” was the sa...e. I don’t think he was changed. I hoped that my mistress Nancy was counting so that she could give me a count later to see who got more fucks. Oh yeah, I was in competition now. I wanted to be known as the marathoner of sexual slavery (Male concept). After a while, don’t necessarily know the exact time, that show ended and the audience yelled to Gaby and. I would hate to loose her and I would like to give her a small raise.”“Do you think she wants to leave?” “I just don’t want to take the chance, that’s all.”Johnson sat back looking at Becky, drumming her pencil on her desktop, then glanced out of the window for a few seconds.“How much did you want to give her?”“Well I was thinking maybe seventy-five or a hundred a week.”“Johnson looked straight at Becky. “Do you think she is really worth it?”“Yes … I’ll stake my job on it.”“Are you sure. That's it, Beth whispered. Bringing her hand up to her mouth, Beth sucked on Mary's fingers. Mary's knees felt weak. Lowering her hand, Beth placed it on Mary's pussy lips. Mary bit her lip as Beth moved her hand over her clit. That's it Beth said softly. Keep doing what you're doing. Mary watched through the mirror at Beth as she unbuttoned her blouse and skirt. Tossing them, Beth smiled as she unhooked her bra. Standing beside her Beth felt her own breasts. Mary's spark turned to a flame as. Each row was four layers tall with each shelf filled with crates and boxes. At the end of each shelf was a small sign written in the funny language.There were people who were not wearing cloaks scurrying among the rows, some carrying clipboards, others with small packages. I looked at TreFual and nodded toward the workers. "Only field agents have to wear cloaks in public areas. These people never leave leave this area. They live and work in here. Those doors " He jerked his thumb over his.