The slavegirl’s owner was obviously still outside the room. Lacie looked down at the girl in confusion, and as she stared, the green eyed slave befo...e her looked up, her eyes finally focusing in on Lacie’s gaze. Lacie wasn’t sure, as it only lasted for a split second, but she could have sworn the crawling slave had smiled at her then winked. Her attention was torn from the girl on the floor as the slavegirl’s Master strode into the cell. He stood much taller than Lacie, she judged him to be. She stopped at the first sign of her garter and bare thigh. "There now, Mr. Johnson. Do you like what you see?" she teased."But I hardly know you, Mrs. Hoopenlicker," gasped Albert. "Though I am much flattered by your attention, I think it only right to point out that we have only just met."His landlady tugged her clothes a little higher so that the needlepoint of her white French knickers was showing. "Isn't that the thrill of it though?" she breathed suggestively. "What path we choose shall. As Sue took a sip of her drink, I watched his hand moveall the way up under her dress. She reacted by turningstraight at him and opening her legs. He stared down ather breasts as his hand went exploring around herpanties. He said something to Sue and then got up, put some moneyon the bar and headed out. Sue closed her legs, stood upand came over to me. Without a word she took me by thehand and led me out of the bar and down a hallway. Ididn’t know where she was taking me, but it was clear. Anyway I worked in this ward for a couple of weeks and I got quite pally with one of the nurses sheila Harrington was her name she was Irish about 28 and very sporty she was telling me that every Tuesday after work they used to go onto the sports field and play hockey and they were always looking for new players so thought I would give it a go, it was a great crack about a dozen or so evey week play for a couple of hours and go and spend the evening in the bar afterwards any way this particular.