They were half-dressed, and I heard a lot of sucking and kissing sounds. They knew I was watching them, as their moaning got louder and louder. ‘You...guys are killing me right now.’ I told them. ‘We’re sorry.’ Melody giggled. ‘We didn’t mean to get carried away.’ ‘We promise to take care of you.’ Mariah said. ‘I hope so.’ I replied. We reached my penthouse on the Upper East Side. I went to the bathroom while the women relaxed in my bedroom. After a few minutes of freshening up, I walked in my. “Sure, I would love to,” she said looking up into my eyes. I walked around to the passenger side lighting my cigarette and then opening the door for her to get in. As she sat down in the truck I noticed her soft legs, looking for a second before closing the door. I walked around the front to the driver side door and got in. “So is this thing really fast?” she said while running her hand along the dash with wide eyes. “Oh hell yeah!” She just about jumped out of her skin when I started the. All I need is a photo of your pretty face holding up the dirty things and act like you find sniffing them a real turn-on.”She thought about it and asked, “How many do you expect back each week?”The woman told her it was up to her and how much time she put in on it, but her best girl was dirtying up fifty pairs of undies a week and seemed to have a high demand for her scent and sexy perfume.Betty did a quick calculation in her head and realized that was the thousand dollars a week that the woman. He landed clumsily, but got on all fours instinctively. Talia used two more locks to secure his ankles to his wrists. She snapped a leash to his collar, and said, "heel" as she took off.The slave had no choice but to try his best to keep up. The awkward bondage made it hard, but he scrambled behind her. She led him through the house, and he had glimpses of other slaves, both male and female, being used. He saw women being fucked, men being tortured, slaves of both genders serving their.