?Under the Establishment of Slavery Act of twenty years ago, the 1.5 % poorest people in the country were enslaved overnight so as to help the economy...and make life better for the rest of us. They are slaves and their children are born into slavery. The children live in some ways quite a normal life, but they do not mix with free children and must attend separate Slave Schools in which they are educated about their status and taught the obedience they must give to their owners and the respect. I could feel his short but hard cock jabbing on me and his hot load soaked into my hose and panties. We talked for a while more, and traded numbers so we could meet again. I was disappointed by the way things turned out, but decided to run home to change clothes and try one more time before calling it a night. I put on some shiny black tights, with another pair of white silky panties, and headed back to the park. I noticed that a car was there that had been there earlier, and there was another. He held up the phone and shook it in her direction. "So sorry, hun," he said. He laboriously entered the long string of meaningless characters, which he kept in his other cell phone's memory, into the decryption program that IO had provided. Not even his closest advisors had ever seen the IO-phone. They probably knew it existed, but that was all.Wentworth read the message from IO first. Then he said, "Oh shit." He walked over to the desk in his private quarters. "Get Homeland Security back. At exactly 12 raj knocked at our door.I opened the door and Raj was shocked to see me in a sexy avatar. I welcomed him with a hug. A little tight hug rather. I took the bag from his hands and walked ahead of him.In the mirror I saw him ogling at my ass.I asked him for some tea and coffee but he was very formal. I said Raj, this is your home you don’t have to be so formal with me.He said it’s not like that Bhabhi. We talked a bit about his journey and other family stuff. Then he went to the.