It wasn’t too crowded yet as there were maybe forty people there. A small group of men at the far side of the club caught his eye. “Now that look... promising.” Jill said as she pointed her head towards the group. “The one in the red shirt looks like he would be a lot of fun.” The young man was tall, around 6’1”, lean and well-tanned, with the bluest eyes you have ever seen, and a smile that showed his straight white teeth. He had a short brown mow hawk, and a well shaved goatee. His biceps. He did not tell anyone, but he could not look at Anne without being amorously excited. He had never seen anyone as lovely or as sure of herself, nor anyone with so much bright and unruly hair, a cascading surf of red curls that seemed, despite her best efforts, to be constantly untamed.One white-haired slave and his massive wife had not found a buyer so Anne decided to free them, and the apprentice lawyer said he would see to creating the manumission papers. She had not heard from her. . And what an ass it was! Perfectly round and delightfully soft ( I was standing close enough to her, so that was gently pressing into her ass, as that was the first thing that was coming in contact with my body.) Through her tight suite.I could make out the outline of her panties covering the 2 magnificent globes of flesh that shook and jiggled as she moved. On the way to the coffee shop, my eyes were riveted on to her ass and the way it swayed as she walked. As we entered the coffee shop, I. Your choice."They all looked uncertainly at each other, trying to think of what they could do that didn't involve being recorded performing sexual acts on film. Sadly for them they realised that it couldn't be avoided...there was no other way. Dying wasn't an option."Why don't we move into the living room where its more comfortable." Frank said as he made them walk slowly into the other room. "No funny business either or my gun will go off."Once they were there Frank pointed at the sofa. "Molly.