That is not slavery; that?s just you playing out your sick little sexualfetishes. Like I said, you wanted to be a slave; you just didn?t realizethat I...am the person who can, and is giving you exactly what youwanted...whether you like it or not!?Tom sat there dejectedly. He knew she was right; there was no way hecould go to the police. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew thatshe was indeed giving him what he wanted. This visibly shook Tom; hismind torn by the conflicting emotions that. She is five foot four and weighs about 110. She has a small waist and very firm 34C brests. She has shoulder length dark brown hair and dresses a little on the sexy side. Jim likes showing her off and enjoys seeing men look at her longingly. Today she was wearing a tight black skirt that came about half way between her knees and her sex, along with a white, front buttoning, blouse that showed a lot of cleavage and a little of her lacy white bra. Jim had on tan slacks and a white dress shirt.. I was a local journalist, writing for a monthly magazine, and Jane was one of the advertising team. We had known each other for many years and she was in love with me. But she was completely non-competitive, and she knew the other girls, lusty bunch that they were, found me attractive. Two – Maria and Shazza – were, like Jane herself, local girls with narrow horizons and limited experience of the world. Reedie, on the other hand, was well-traveled and worldly – much more my type, as I had been. We walked further down the street to the huge shop sally worked at, let's go in , we can get some knickers for herMy confidence had grown , It felt naughty being dressed like this, I was loving every moment of it,The shop was busy , mainly women , A few people spoke to Sally as we passed through the store we got to the lingerie section,My cock started to get hard looking at all the different styles and patterns of the bras and knickersSally said she could get her staff discount on.