Remember the agreement.” My father was cut off in mid-sentence as John stepped in front of me and towered over my father.“Remember what this is a...out Robert.” Very confused I looked from my dad to John who now had a menacing scowl that scared me. John’s words were hard. “You will be compensated. Come along Sarah. Walk into the house and turn left at the first door. Walk in and stand in front of my desk. Then I will explain what your “duties” will be while you are here.” The last was. Bills of sale, shipping logs, supply reports. So much information that told her so little of importance. Phyre shoved aside a mound of papers and reached into the bottom drawer to take out the next lot. Her fingers paused in mid flight. Something was beneath the pages, something that her voice had only just managed to reach through the stacks upon stacks of interference. Phyre pried away the sheets and clawed the object out from its tomb. Her fingers gripped a leather envelope, held closed by a. Out of the blue, someone offered him a job driving delivery trucks. He found out later it had really been a job interview of a different sort. The owner of the delivery service was a founding member of the Bitch Cunts. The BC had been following Steve and his story. They used his anger at the slave law and slave owners to recruit him to the cause.As Steve moved towards the hallway, a member of the event security team passed him moving towards the banquet hall. Security at the event had been. "He stroked and kneaded the softness of my ass, sometimes painfully hard, sometimes feather soft. I was getting close now, my whole body was stretched to the tipping point. Without warning, he spanked me once -- loud, ringing, shocking. I loved it. "You've been bad. You disappeared on me. You made me wait so long. You made me beg," he told me, calm now. I whimpered as his hand stroked me. I was hanging at the edge, desperate to fall over. "Once more," I whispered. His hand came down, louder.