..”“Ah, a lady of the evening. And he sold you? You must have really pissed him off. Most pimps won’t let their girls get away from them.”“H... had a rather large debt to pay.”“I see.”“But, where do they get all these women?”“Most of us have been here for almost two days. I’ve had a chance to talk with most of them. Some would surprise you.”“What do you mean?” asked Sasha.“See the woman over there who looks like she should be a movie star?”Sasha nodded. She had noticed the woman the moment her. Her pussy strained for an unnaturally long time.She understood why a moment later when an urge suddenly rose deep inside the enslaved self. Words formed and tumbled from her mouth before she could discern them. "I'm a good girl," Diane moaned. "Good little girl ... good little slave ... slave to Jason's cock... uhhng!"Diane's hips bucked as she throbbed, and obedient bliss saturated her isolated self's mindscape. Jason had made her reinforce her own enslavement. It made a certain practical. The morning was taken up with changing the bed. I felt it would be churlish to expect Jenny to sleep between the same sheets that had seen Trish's and my amorous activities of the night before. Then I shopped for us for the weekend.I made some soup at lunchtime and she arrived in time to eat (or drink) it. I never worked out which of the two one does with soup. Perhaps it depends on how thick the soup is. Over the simple meal I told her of the previous night's meeting with Ann."You still feel. She followed my lead, and licked her lips as I stepped back. I told her from now on, she could simply just swallow the cum, or hold it in her mouth to pass to me, and she said she had usually just spit it out, but she would do as I asked. She giggled as I licked a bit of cum from her chin, and I turned her around so I could lay her back on the cable spool, and told her it was my turn to please her. I began licking and kissing her sweet pussy again, using the fingers of one hand to gently part.