SWEET SEX SLAVES

By SUSAN SWEET

"I hope you girls are ready for a terrific time," Tom announced. "Cause Bob and I have some great plans for us tonight, don't we Bob?"

"That's right," Bob agreed. "Do you like Italian food, Deb-

bie?"

"I love it."

I was in way over my head now. Joyce had trapped me completely. The only choice I had now was to play along, trying my best to be the girl I appeared to be and wait for this embarrassing situation to come to an end.

"Well, you girls get your wraps," Tom urged. "Time's a wasting"!"

Joyce got a blue silk shawl for herself and handed one in pink chiffon to me.

Bob and Tom escorted us to the door and Tom opened it for us. Both men were at pains to pamper us. I was living in a very unreal world!

We got to the car, a mint condition 1950 Buick with two tons of steel in its body.

"How about sitting back here with me, Debbie?" asked Bob, opening the rear door.

"OK, Bob," I smiled.

I got into the back and sat on the wide seat.

Bob got in and sat next to me, shutting the door behind him as Joyce and Tom got into the front. We were soon on our way and Bob put his left arm behind me and took my right hand in his right hand. We looked at each other and he smiled.

"You have the most amazing voice I have ever heard, Debbie," he said. "I swear I've never heard another girl with such a delightful sound in her voice. Have you always sounded like that?"

"Not always. It came about rather suddenly."

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