You think it’s a coincidence that he’s here? He’s come here to take you. I would have come sooner, but I wasn’t sure you were his target until...tonight.’ ‘Take me? What are you talking about?’ The man’s eyes narrowed. ‘That man, the one you call Frank. He’s a slaver. The data processing job is a cover for his real work–he procures women for the wealthy and unscrupulous, people who want trophy wives or sex slaves or…other things…’ She didn’t like the sound of ‘other things’… ‘and you fit all the. I used to have a tough time when she was travelling as we were in a habit of having sex daily except her menstruation periods.One such evening when my wife was away, I came back home around 10.30 pm after having my dinner outside. While entering I got a sms from an unknown number saying “hi sir, how r u”, I replied back saying I am fine and who is this. Got a reply immediately that it is preeti. We started chatting over sms, even after so many years I still remember each and every line that we. The girls were all excited to see it. Jenny wiped a little on her finger and tasted it. She said it was a little salty but not bad. The other girls copied her. That was so sexy. Julie said she was still horny. All of the girls were horny. They started masturbating again rubbing their clits. I started stroking my cock and it again grew. I was hard again in no time. We were all masturbating watching each other. Then Julie stood up and sat down on my cock with her pussy all the way down. “Okay” he said as he walked over to where he had laid his tools and began to put them in his truck. When he was done, he walked into the woman’s house. Not seeing her, he called out her name, “Bert”. “I’m in the dining room she replied”When Bill walked into the dining room, he stopped dead in his tracks. “Oh dang” he said for there, to his surprise, was Bert, naked, laying on the table, her legs spread wide and a chair in front of her. “Come on in and have a seat Bill. I’ve got your lunch.