SWEET SEX SLAVES

By SUSAN SWEET

I entered into the living room which had a large Persian rug on the floor and was furnished with a sofa, two recliners, a coffee table, some end tables with lamps, and a color TV set.

"Sit on the sofa, Honey," said Joyce, sweetly. There was something funny about the way she spoke to me, but I couldn't quite make out what it was.

I sat on the sofa and Joyce sat on the recliner facing me. "Do you have my three thousand dollars, or are you going to be my plaything for a day?" she asked.

"I don't have the money. I'm here to spend one day as you wish me to."

"You understand that you will have to do absolutely anything that I tell you to?" she said.

"As long as I am not hurt in any way. Yes, I think so." "OK, take off all your clothes."

"What?"

"Undress!" she demanded, "NOW!"

I stood and took off all my clothes. Soon, I was standing naked and embarrassed in front of her. She rose from the recliner and came over to me.

"Hold still, Honey." she said. She ran her hands across my hairy chest and down my arms. "First we are going to have to make your skin softer and smoother. Come with me, Dear." She led the way through her bedroom and into the bathroom, a large room done in white tile with a pink rug on the floor. "I suppose we should put your hair up first. Sit there."

My hair is black and hangs down to my shoulders. I sat down on a vanity stooland she began to put it up onto my head and pin it there with bobby pins. I wondered what she could have planned for me.

"Stand up and stand still while I cover you with this lotion," she said.

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