Rebecca is around 5 ft tall and nice and slim with sandy blonde hair that sits nicely just over her shoulder blades, her hazelnut eyes would melt any ...oor boy that sets their sight on her. Cute little pout lips even without a pose seem to draw you in, wanting nothing but a passionate kiss from her loving yet a little cheeky face. Her legs stem from perfectly formed calves past the knee to juicy thighs that are screaming to be grabbed and lifted up until her backs pressed up against a wall.. She was sold to the monster.”“And you say this new master doesn’t own you.”“Before, we were forced to pleasure whomever our owner chose for us. We are free to choose our johns now. And any money is ours, when it never had been. And we found, early on, we liked pleasuring each other for an audience. And sometimes even enjoying when the johns joined us, when they didn’t just fuck us like bulls gaining a quick release. Or took pleasure in abusing us. Another thing about our freedom. We are careful. I mowed ours and then hers, and knocked on her kitchen door. She answered with a smile on her face. "Hi Brian! I've got a couple of friends over who want to hear about your prices. So you should head home and shower, and then come over to talk to them about it. "And, you know, have some lemonade." Sure thing, Mrs. Cooke," I said. She winked at me and I knew I'd said the right thing. I headed home, got clean, and got dressed in comfortable clean clothes. I put my price sheets in one pocket, and. And there was no doubt that the figure was Captain Kerensky. She knew what she looked like. She knew each and every one of her minor physical imperfections. She even knew how she moved.What was going on?"It is you," said a voice behind her.It was scarcely surprising that the voice belonged to Beatrice or the woman the captain believed to be Beatrice. She'd wandered silently into the villa without attracting Nadezhda's attention. She was dressed in nothing more than a thong and a silk blouse.