“So you are willing to sign a contract of slavery to last for three months?”
I gulped. “Yes”
“You accept that we can do anything we want to you?”
I let out a breath. “Yes”.
“You know we make films here and will use you in them?”
“Yes, I accept that.”
“You understand that you will be losing your anonymity and that once any film is out there we won’t take it off the web because you get upset or are worried by the consequences?”
“Yes, I accept.”
“Ok, sign here. This is the contract of slavery and these are a series of 20 blank model release forms. We will fill in the details and dates as and when we need them. Hand over your passport and all your cash and personal possessions.”
I did as I was asked.
“Ok, let me show you around.”
Bob was about 50. He was heavily built and a bit on the fat side. He was wearing jeans, a t-shirt and a pair of old sneakers. He got up from behind the desk in the small room where we were sitting. There were filing cabinets on one side and a row of computers on a shelf on the other side. The screens were humming. I knew he used these to work on the various websites he helped run.
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Jessie was sick and tired of it. Her twin sister was having all the fun, while Jessie was locked into a no go anywhere, do anything marriage that even failed in fulfilling her sexual gradification on a steady, as needed basis, and Jessie needed sex on a steady basis. Of course, Jazz, as her twin sister Jill was called on stage, could pick and chose whoever she wanted to go to bed with from anyone in the crowd at Pimpo’s Sex Palace, a local strip joint, and no one would say a word about her slutty behavior, but if Jessie dared look crosseyed at another man, her husband, Dave would have an epileptic fit and threaten suicide. She often thought of letting him give it a try, but in the end her love for the man willed out against her better judgement, and she ended up in a frump like she was now sitting dejectedly on her living room couch with her right hand up her dress and down in her panties, while massaging her tits through her house dress with her left hand wondering how long before she retrieved her special dildo from the nightstand next to her bed.
The front door bell rang just as she was getting close to a mini orgasm, startling her out of her fantasy fuck, and sighing, resolved to her fate, got up and went to answer the door. Of all the people in the world that she didn’t want to see at that moment, it was none other than, Jazz.
“Oh great, as if I’m not depressed enough already, I’m treated to a visit by the town slut as well.” Jessie grumbled openly, letting her sister in.
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