I was just wondering if we could meet up for a coffee and talk?.”“er, sure ok, is anything wrong? I replied.“no, nothing's wrong, I just thought...it would be nice, seeing we haven’t spoken that much since you started working there,” Chloe responded.“When do you want to meet up?”“how about 2 pm, at Costas in the high street, Croydon? if your free ”“yeah that’s fine, See you then Chloe,” I said ending the call.I Couldn’t help but wonder what Chloe wanted to talk about.I got to Costas about 1.30,. ''First we are having a bite to eat, when we are finished anyone here can have a quick feel of her pussy before we go on to my den''What?? there must be 20 people in here, how clean are they, they dont look very clean.He choosing my meal for me I have no say in anything that goes on now, I can only speak when spoken too and have no more control over my body or future.''Well thats us satisfied, how about you lads and lasses, like to touch the cum slut''''Don't all rush, lets get her in a better. "Can't you remember about three months ago when we broke down and those two guys helped us? I think you should help him and you should be ashamed of yourself! God loves drunk people too you know."The man does as he's told, gets dressed and goes out into the pounding rain.He calls out into the dark, "Hello, are you still there?" Yes," comes back the answer."Do you still need a push?" calls out the husband."Yes, please!" comes the reply from the dark."Where are you?" asks the husband."Over here. Music blared. It was ancient music. From the throngs came a woman, statuesque and in a long flowing robe. She was Asian and her hair was raven-black and crowned in a diadem. ‘Empress, I have a gift for you,’ the guy said, ‘ a new slave for the palace.’ ‘This one will do nicely. Where did you get her from?’ ‘She works at Madame Chang’s restaurant.’ ‘Almost too funny. My husband is the owner of that place. He hardly ever sees to that business. He has someone else running it for him. You did well..