As if it wasn’t enough that he was missing out on a gloriously sunny Saturday afternoon in June, he was also dressed in a formal jacket, shirt and t...e, literally feeling hot under the collar. Oh, and he had to be nice to all these relatives, half of whom he hardly knew, although he supposed that he had that joy to come, being the younger brother of the groom and all that. He wondered how many other eighteen year olds were suffering like him today, instead of being out playing football, or. He was getting a little out of breath.“Yes!” Karla hissed.“Are you mine?” Jason pressed her. He curled his finger while it was buried in her ass and she jumped.“Yes yes yes!”“Tell me then!” Jason groaned. He needed her to say it. It was time to make her his permanently.“Yes, Jason I’m yours!” Karla cried out. Her fingers curled as she clutched at the wall of the shower. “Forever yours!”All of a sudden - just as it had with his mother and aunt - Karla began to spasm wildly as she came -. I stopped rearranging a chair for the umpteeenth time and stood upright to face her. "What others?". "All of them", she said nonchalantly, obviously loving every minute of being the one to tell me. "They've all agreed to have a go, as long as we show them ours and let them read the magazines while they do it". "Even Zoe's friends?", I blurted. "Surely they won't be able to....will they?" Jackie could see that I was genuinely curious. "Well, we'll see tomorrow, won't we!" she told me. "Tom. All of this made Tracey shudder inwardly as she walked through the door of the large building and immediately saw the sign on the wall saying,NEW SLAVE REGISTRATIONS THIS WAYA second smaller sign pointed her in the same direction for new driving licence registrations and so rather timidly she followed the signs down the brightly lit corridors hoping that she didn't end up in the wrong room!To her relief though she saw the sign over a door for new drivers before she could see one for new slaves.