I think it’s fair to say, and for those of you who have yet to read the earlier stories, that Jenn and I were dirty, naughty whores throughout the f...ve-night trip. Actually, another moral issue here, we weren’t whores as no-one was charged money in this adventure, we were paid with copious amounts of sticky cum.And so, here we were in Vegas, hyped up on the idea of making some money, and more probably hyped up thinking we might (who am I kidding!) get laid, so it was downstairs to the casino as. . . .(the lawyer would serve hisevery sexual need for the remainder of the night and then some); the consequencesof uncooperation (mutilation of the body and/or death); and the reward (unharmedrelease the length of captivity depending on how he performed his duties asslave). When he finished, he told the lawyer that he would take off his gagand the only thing that he wanted to hear was his response to the terms thathe had laid out. If he agreed, he would say only, ?Yes, Master. I am your slave.. "What you been up to today," I asked."Talking to your two friends in the hospital. They won't give up the name of who hired them." he admitted."Well then we will have to think of something else." I said."No getting the name from them is the best we can do. We are just going to have to be more persuasive," Liam said."They are not being protected by anyone, so we can get to them anytime." Liam said."Liam what day is this?" I asked."It's Friday have you lost track of time?" he asked me."I got a. "Swim," Steve cried, trying to reach me."I can't believe this is happening." C- C- Cold." Lesley said, feeling the green slime sticking toher--my--feet. It felt like the bottom of her bare feet was becoming hardplastic. Just when she started to go under, she spotted Ann up on the dock. "Got you!" Ann said, dropping to her knees and reaching an arm out to me.She had finished climbing on the dock and Lesley felt herself being pulledfree of the slime. When she looked back she saw the slime was.