Apparently the type of slavers whom we had encountered, who seemed to operate in countries across the globe, were only interested in girls whose psych...logical profiles indicated that they could be molded into willing, helpless slaves. Of course, this made perfect sense. What man, presented with a reluctant, fearful slave girl, cowed into submission by beatings and threats, would not prefer an eager, submissive slave slut, desperate to please, willingly opening her thighs before him for his. Hell she might only have a gambling addiction, or maybe she’s just using some weed. For all I know she might be saving to buy me a nice present. Or to get ready to run. How the hell was I going to play this? All my stores have cctv and security systems, linked into a computer system. Some of the cameras over the tills are almost invisible if you don’t know they are there. But did I want my house bugged? I thought it best wait till she’s out of the house and check stuff myself. Get something to. I had not used all of my squares, and I did not know whether Sarah had used all of hers. Not that it mattered. I assumed that once into the game, there would be a lot of “spur of the moment” thoughts and ideas by both of us. In other words, there were things that were going to be tried and done that probably had not been written down by either of us. Sarah held out the bowl; I tossed my folded squares into the bowl with hers; we opened the bottle of wine and poured two glasses reasonable full;. They stood up nice and firm with perfect size nipples and areolas.Amanda leaned over to slip off her high heels. Tim especially liked the way the blonde divorcee’s large nude breasts were swinging freely as she removed one high heel and then the other. She then stood back upright and unfastened her skirt, letting it fall around her ankles. Tim watched in total amazement, as the girl that he had dreamed about in high school, slid her panties down and stepped out of them and her skirt. She was.