I waited for my fate, but was disappointedinitially. Many long minutes passed before the trunk popped open and voicesforeign to me began to converse i... loud voices. Then the bag containing me wasbeing dragged across the floor of the trunk, but not lifted or opened. Iremained silent and unmoving although the stench of my previous vomiting wasthick within my leathery prison. ????? Abruptly my container was lifted and thendropped to the ground by these strangers. Now came the sound of. She was so kind to offer her guest bedroom to me for the weekend. That seemed to make my fantasy more possible. There she was at the terminal. It was early Friday evening and she was still in her business clothes. It almost seemed like her first day at work. She had on a red silk blouse that was unbuttoned down the front, tantalizingly close to her bra. Her skirt was black and mid-thigh in length. She also had on a pair of fishnet stockings and higher heels than she would normally wear. She. — Amy and Geoff left with a prescription and a warning that he should take it easy for a few days. Geoff had other plans. When they got home, he said, ‘We’re going to Juicy, Punkin. Set it up.’ They were standing in the kitchen. ‘But, Geoffie -‘ ‘No buts, Amy. Do it. We leave – ‘ He thought. ‘Day after tomorrow.’ She looked at him, then nodded. His eyes had grown cloudy, in the last year or so, but now they were as hard and clear as ice. She understood. He would not spend another night in. He thought the skill to be a needed one by a future wife. Frequently he had me demonstrate on Sugar Cane or bananas so he was certain I knew, he then bragged of my education to likely suitors.’ ‘I like this excuse for a man less and less as days progress and your story is told, Fair Bitch. Who did the demonstrating on your father?’ ‘Any female slave unlucky enough to be pretty,’ she answered. ‘And if she was married, her husband was forced to watch. Father had him tied to a post in the room,.