He wouldn?t allow us to touch her.? ? Mistress Dianasmiled and walked toward the cell on the end. She peered between the heavy barsand saw the blonde ...oman seated on the cot inside. She appeared very frightenedas she starred back at Mistress Diana. ? ?Please. Don?thurt us. We?ll give you anything you want, just let us go.? ? Mistress Dianaturned and starred at the black servant and motioned for him to unlock thedoor.The blonde woman stood with fear in her eyes as the tallblonde woman wearing. This was one of the last jobs I was involved inbefore I moved on to run one of his new business ventures. Clegg?s organisation iswhat you might euphemistically call a recruitment agency; except our recruitsusually weren?t planning on a change of role before they met up with us. Isuppose slave traders is the real name for what we are. The Caribbean trip hadbeen to meet with a potential customer, a chap called Steve Glennis. No, he wasn?tplanning on using his purchases to start a new sugar. And I think that the massage table will work just fine for that." Yes, Sir."Barb followed him out to the main room, where she climbed on top of the table. First, he pulled her forward, so her head was hanging down over the edge of the table and pushed his soft cock into her mouth."Get me hard, bitch."He fucked Barb's mouth until he got hard, then pushed her further back onto the table, climbing up after her. His balls and ass were within reach of her mouth when he pushed his cock between her. Now this is fun, but this isn't what I wanted to tell you."I had assumed it was our great bodies and sparkling personalities that attracted Evie. I thought she wanted to have some fun with us. Now she sounded positively conspiratorial."What is it?" I asked."I'll tell you, if you'll stop touching my leg for a minute. You're distracting me."I hadn't even thought about it. I suppose my hand wandered over to her thigh just to say, Hi! She didn't seem offended, though, just distracted."Sorry. Go.