We could help them get ready. We weren’t sure what that meant exactly but it sounded fun. I asked my husband if he’d like to go to the bod...building show as some friends from the gym were competing. As usual he told me to go and have a good time; he would stay home and watch the kids. OK, fine.When we got there it was really cool and exciting seeing all these super built people walking around backstage. The guys were real nice and showed us around, introducing us to many people.. We decided that we will be there at party for only half hour so that, people will not know much about me. I took bath in after noon , started doing makeup around 6 I was ready, Rohit was also ready. We went to disco; he introduced me to our friends as swappable. His friend shook hands with me.Even some of girls of our group appreciated my beauty. Rohit was happy as he won the bet. Our friend insisted us to come on the dance floor. DJ was playing a romantic track. Every couple came closer, we. As nasty as slavery is, although legal on Mars, it's still highly regulated. You can't just be made a slave; it has to be a court order as punishment for a crime and the process should take more than a few days. You'd be right ... and wrong. It should take quite awhile and go through a whole lot of administrative hoops before it becomes effective; this time it didn't. Shit, the fact that they're filthy rich should have ensured them of a really long trial even if they'd murdered someone in cold. Then I hopped on and put my legs in the stirrups. They really spread me wide open. Wider than I thought they would but it felt deliciously naughty. I took some straps we bought and managed to secure my ankles to the end of the stirrup arms. Images of me bucking and writhing flashed through my mind with me being unable to free my ankles. I could feel myself getting wet. We had added a waist and chest strap to our table for extra restraint so I fastened these next. The last step was to take some.