If she truly didn't want her parents to know about this, she had no choice but to accept my offer."What will I have to do as a sex slave?" Erika asked...finally."Whatever I want. Anything I want. Anywhere I want. However I want. Anytime I want."She didn't say anything."As my sex slave I own you. I can make you do whatever my fantasy is and you obey. Disobey and I punish you," I clarified futher."OK. I will be your sex slave," she said out loud, in quiet mutter she said,"anything is better then. The girl pulled out my chair for me and had me sit, pushing in my chair behind me as a man would do for a woman. It was an act geared towards making me feel submissive and helpless.I sat and my new mistress sat beside me.Dinner was served to us by 2 maids that at I could only assume used to be men.While Mistress and my new Mistress had a full 3 course meal with appetizers and desert, Tiffany and I were served a small helping of chicken and a salad. I was told it was to help us develop and. ..So there I was ten minutes later thinking I was gonna get ass banged, go to sleep and ride into the sunset with my gal and a bag of cash. A big bag- only to find Dolores pointing a thirty-eight at me.It got worse.I know what yer thinking, how could that fucked up situation possibly get any worse?It went like this-"Yo, baby is he dead?"What the fuck?"I can't do it," said Dolores."For fuck’s sake, he's gotta go," said Jimmy Mason, walking into the room.He stood, shaking his head and before I. Blake’s hands stopped when Denise pulled back and looked at her. Denise’s hands moved down to the bottom of her bra and pulled it up over her head, throwing it somewhere on the floor. Blake didn’t move away from Denise’s eyes as her hands slid forward, palms sliding across nipples. She saw the look in Denise’s eyes as pleasure coursed through her body, and she heard the breath that she took in and held. “I need a shower,” Denise almost whispered. Both of her hands were on the back of Blake’s.