“Sooo… you said you could dance. Show me.” “You want me to dance for you?” She nodded eagerly. She was ready for something, anything to get ...he past wiped from her mind. If laughing at him trying to dance would do it, she’d take it. “What do I get?” I know what I want. “I’ll answer your questions without changing the subject.” That’ll do for now. “OK.” Keyes walked back to his car, and turned on his iPod through the car speakers. “You have any house music?” “Yep.” Keyes sat in driver’s seat. She felt Jez’s stiffness slip and slide over her wetness before it carefully selected which hole it would use. Sarah was thankful for small mercies; after all, the contract was fluid.Jez’s hands grasped her slim waist and before she knew it, he was balls deep inside her and thrusting like a demented demon. It was almost like there was a time limit in operation and he wasn’t going to default on his allowance, after all, extra time meant extra money.Sarah could feel Jez slow down after the. Since they standardized the channel for the Big Muddy, you have to drive into Lousiana and go hell and gone off onto back roads and field trails to get to it. The Middle Ground was – and still is – swampy ground and several of the horses fell when they stepped into deep holes that looked like shallow puddles, but the rest kept going until they reached the small house that Harold had built on the floodplain near the river.The newlyweds were inside doing what newlyweds do on their wedding night,. "Yes Master, I've wondered about being a sex slave, taken andused, as well as Geisha and Harem slave." "Would you have any objections if I modified you? Changed yourbody and appearance to match the slave role you wish to play?" "No Master. I have had dreams where I am someone else before." I nodded back to her. "Very well, perhaps the next time I call onyou, we'll make you a sexy little harem dancer or Geisha. You may getdressed and go home now." "Yes Master." I watched as she got dressed, and.