It was beginning to look like your typical human trafficking operation and I had no doubt that the females represented a sizable chunk of change to th... vice lords and that the hypocritical politicians were all getting their slice of the pie as well.I was certain the whole blackmail thing was tied in with this lucrative illegal trading but my suspicion was that it was totally unintentional and more in the line of collateral damage rather than a direct assault.Now, we had the choice of taking. I just hoped she wouldn’t think I was a total weirdo. “Oh, you liked those?” She seemed a bit coy. “Well, yes, um…” “Trying to make a personalized dress code for me?” “Well, no…” “It’s ok. Maybe I will wear them soon.” I was pleased to hear it, but decided not to say anything else. I changed the subject and we went back to work. A week or so later she showed up at work dressed exactly as she had for her interview. Cream colored dress, vintage tan stockings (or so I hoped) and the. ‘I never knew, I wondered what it was like for you. But I never knew it was that bad.’ I said with a pang of regret. ‘I’m sorry if I ruined your life, all I ever wanted to do was help you.’ I finished with a sigh as I wondered if I had really done the best thing for her. I turned back to the road, not bearing to look at her at that moment. ‘Don’t be silly Brian.’ Treabilla said as she rushed and put her arms around me from behind and squeezed me tight as I drove the wagon. ‘You showed me what. She held the pose for 2 or 3 minutes, while poor knobby pulsated in my pants, and then She came to look at the next photo, making me go limp with nerves. I picked another mag out from the top and opened it at random (I didn’t worry about whether it would be a pervy photo to show as all the pages were pretty much the same). This was only the second photo that Pervert Wanker Graham showed Miss Lisa, but when She copied the pose, it was too much for him.....Again the photo on the page I opened was.