Standing in front of me a step back he let go a hard slap across my face that sent my head off to one side, waited a second while recovered and again ...lapped my face hard as my head jerked again to the side. "You will be my fuckin' white slave whore" he started "And you will do exactly as I command". Another slap to my face followed. "Do I make myself clear whore?" he then said. Still stinging from the slaps, "Yes master" I began, "Your fucking white slave whore will do exactly as you. Even though Rocsi and her friends were already drunk, they decided to keep on partying by talking with my guests, dancing with them, and of course keep on drinking. I decided to get away from the party for a bit, so I climbed the stairs to my room. As I was going up, I caught the eyes of Rockelle and gave her a nod that suggested that she comes up for some fun. As sat there on my king size bed for about two minutes before watching my door open. First, Rockelle stepped in with this grin on her. ‘Ray…wh…what…what are…are…you…doing?’ Lori stammered. What was going on? Why was the other woman there? Why wasn’t she dressed? ‘Remember the promise you made to me?’ Ray said. He began stroking her bare arm and shoulder and, in spite of her growing uneasiness, Lori felt delight beginning to rush through her, just as it always did when he touched her. ‘Don’t you remember? You said you would do anything I wanted you to do.’ ‘I…I…’ Lori stammered. What was he talking about? This wasn’t what she. After Paul had introduced us at the site we spent 20 minutes putting up our small two-man tents, keeping our packs in Paul’s car, and then left the whole lot on the site to walk to the village pub to get a decent meal before our early-morning start. Being North Wales, the pub was a conservative sort of place, and two English girls caused a bit of a stir, but as we were with men, it wasn’t too much of a problem. We managed to corner a table at the back of the saloon bar, the better of the two,.