SWEET SEX SLAVES

By SUSAN SWEET

"Yeah, I know," said Frank. "But I thought you could use him to do heavy labor around the grounds or something."

"Sorry, a rule is a rule," said Janet. "Besides, I thought you had procedures for guys who welsh?"

"Sure, Rocco and Joe," said Frank. "But I'd rather get the eight grand."

"Can't help you," Janet replied.

The door near my head opened again and a little girl came into the room.

"Mommy! I want to have two chocolate cakes for my party and Martha says no. Can't I have two cakes? Can't I?" "Of course you may, Sweetheart!" Janet replied.

"Martha? You see that the girls cook whatever Lucy wants for her party. You only turn twelve years old one time." "Yes, Ma'am," replied a deep woman's voice.

"What's this?" Lucy asked, coming over next to me. "Nobody important, Honey," Janet stated.

"Is it a slave?" asked Lucy.

"No, Honey," Janet said. "Now you run along and take your nap."

"Can't I see it before I go?" asked Lucy.

Janet sighed. "All right, Honey, but be quick. Mommy's in a hurry."

I felt two small hands fumble with the knot at my neck, then the cloth bag was pulled off my head and I found myself being stared at by a young girl of perhaps ten, dressed in jeans and a pink sweater. She had brown eyes and her long brown hair was put up in pigtails. She looked at me very intently, then turned to Janet, who I couldn't see, as she was standing behind a desk to my right side.

"OH, Mommy! It's got such a pretty face!" Lucy exclaimed as she stood and looked at my body. "And it's small too! If it was my slave, I would make it into a beautiful dolly

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