Ally scanned the contract. She was to become a web slave from Friday 6pm to Monday 6 am, and then as desired during the week, but nightly checkins at ... pm were required.He pledged to keep all contact and shared information private. She agreed to place webcams in certain locations of the apartment. She also agreed to let him control every aspect of her life, and even carry out instructions when not on camera. She had an escape clause. She could cancel at any time during the first two weeks, else. She felt terribly and embarrassingly overdressed. "What do you have on under it?" "A pair of lace knickers and a garter belt holding up my fishnets, Ma'am." "That is Perfect," Valerie said, with a sheepish grin Lucy's jaw sank as she processed what the older woman was suggesting. "So just my underwear?" Valerie gave her another encouraging smile. "It will look just right, especially with the boots you have on." Lucy bit her lip again. She took a deep breath and unfastened the skirt. It. " Good enough. Get moving then." Am I a friend or a slave?" You see why I usually get around in my car?" Yeah, but my car was getting jealous." Drive! I met Marcus at school..."He was in the rugby team. I have no special fondness for sports guys though, and I first met him in the school library. I was a student librarian. This was a couple of years ago. He came in looking for some books on nutrition. We didn't have much to offer, but I'd been down to the public library a few months earlier. He was gripping her hair tightly and pounding her pussy relentlessly. Right before she had started dinner, she had put on a red and white checked apron and had the look of an X-Rated Stepford whore going for her.Damian had crept silently out of the attic and snuck up behind her as she turned on the stove. Without any warning, she felt her skirt being pushed up, and then suddenly, his thick veiny cock was buried balls-deep inside of her."Careful. You don't want to get burned," he whispered.