I found out that these men were not good guys. Warrior they were called but to serve what exactly I did not know. But it seems it was something to obt...in power and money. Over the 5 years the mansion became a “palace”.It was a typical days as a sex slave, 5 years after it all started. I was in the throne room. And of course the leader of the gang was sitting in his elaborate (lazy boy) chair, but watching TV with his friends. I came up to him and he made me strip… Also he had like 2 other. I slowed to soft tongue twirls as she wrapped her legs around me and dug her four-inch spike-heels in just below the small of my back. She was still firmly gripping my hair and began pulling my head down, urging me to move in that direction.I was slowly kissing down her belly and gently rolling her nipples between my fingers as she laid back on the bed, dragging her heels up my back. I kissed lower and lower, stopping just above her hood and gently parting it with my tongue. She gasped as I. She’s crossed a line and loves the feeling of being ‘bad’ and discovers that she really loves being this naughty.The boys continue to caress and play with her breasts and also continue to undress her more to get to that treasured slit between her legs, the ultimate object of desire. Seth pulls her panties, aside, exposing her quim to gaze upon her which is almost making kissy motions, sexually excited contractions in anticipation of what will happen next. Seth then just has to taste her wet. “Hmm ... come on, Monday,” she called back to him and stepped inside. Monday and Doobie looked at each other for a moment, and then Monday followed her.CLONK! The fridge door suddenly closed behind him. Monday rushed to the door and pounded on it. “Doobie Roo! Let us out!”“Dinkies! Are we locked in?” Kate asked from the depths of the freezer.They searched for an interior handle, but there was none. This place was definitely not up to code, Monday realized! “Yep,” he said despondently, pounding.