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Before they could put two and two together the taxi driver was pointing a Glock at them, they surrendered everything including the clothes on their back, and were forced out of the car. The taxi screeched off into the night, leaving them open for the night prowlers. Her newly-wed husband of seventy-four hours died that night and her journey into slavery began. That was five years ago. Not saying we all have tragic sob stories. Viv and Savannah are sex workers that were tired of their small town so their pimp hooked them with a skin trader and they bargained their way into our container. They're the only ones among us that were allowed to carry their property.

Vivian kept her pace beside me, her eyes fixed on her phone, and I was secretly relieved she wasn’t in the mood for conversation. Our three years of marriage. Three years of unnecessary arguments and jabs. Three years of building a perfect facade of being a good husband. I had never thought we’d last this long. My initial plan was to destroy the video—the one that got me into this loveless marriage. Robert—Vivian’s father—had a video of the company’s dark past, a video that could bring my entire empire crashing down, and he was using it as leverage against me.

I knew Scarlett’s angry face was enough to turn me on, so I decided to watch her while I had my time with this one. “Ahh… yeah…” I moaned as the secretary, whose name I didn’t bother to get, sucked on my dick while I watched Scarlett’s video on my phone, but she wasn’t alone in it. She was having her time with my son, I figured they had sex some days ago in my house. I grabbed the secretary's head, as I forced down my cock in her throat at the realisation of that, and in no time, I was reaching my release. “Fuck…” I groaned with ease as I exploded in the bitch’s mouth, my eyes still glued to the screen as I watched Xavier ram into my wife’s pussy from the back while she moaned out like his l

I proceeded to have her right there on the bed and the floor; at the entrance of the bathroom where she was trying to run away from having so much dick. To this day, I’ve never enjoyed fucking any other woman as much as my wife. And that just proves one thing – we were fuckmates. Even if we fought, we knew how to bribe our way through good sex.

I stayed on my stomach, dreading the stick, but he just looked at it, twirling it around. "A few years ago," he said, "I was at a sex club. I saw a woman led in by a man. Naked. Her wrists were shackled together. He hung her arms up on a chain dangling from the ceiling. He hit her a few times with a cane, sort of like this. She had these amazing red welts on her ass and legs. And then he turned to us, and he said, 'My whore wife is insatiable. Please fuck her into submission for me.' And then he sat down at a table, just leaving her there. So guys started to go up to her, a few at first, and then everyone was up there, even some women with strap ons. I eventually figured, what the hell, you

"Common, why would you sleep with his wife? I mean, she's married, why would you think of sleeping with his wife just to clear the accusation?" "Point of correction, Xavier, I did not sleep with her. I fvcked her, and she liked it. I met with her husband, and he kept playing hard to crack, so I went after his wife, and you know what? Everything went easier." "Goodness you're d****k, how could you? She's married with a kid." "Yes, she is, but turns out to be a whore. She's an ex model, what do you expect from her, she still sleeps around, and I was lucky I got to fvck her."

“It’s about time. He needs to be kept on a tight leash, so he knows his place. Who does he think he is?” “Krystal wears the pants in the house. She built the business from scratch and grew the empire to what it is today. What’s wrong with having a couple of flings on the side? Instead of keeping the issue behind closed doors, he rocked up here and confronted her over the issue.” Amid the scuffle, I was kicked to the ground. Then came a bottle of wine, emptied onto me. “It’s only right to chill him out a bit.” Bottle after bottle of red wine was poured over my head, and I was utterly drenched and humiliated.

he confessed and I felt like my problems were already known to many. “I will never cause you to lack and all you have to agree with me is to be my wife. You will pay your loans, and your business will be back on track,” he added. It felt like I was given a white paper to write down my wishes, but I didn't have a pen. “I won't do that,” I replied shabbily, and I attempted to walk out. “Bella, be my contract wife!” He roared, and I froze as the words were repeated in my head.

She slurred, slamming the glass on the table to the extent that it cracked. Mouths parted in shock at this. "My husband sleeps with whomever he wants, and Penelope?" Cecile paused to kiss her teeth, "once a prostitute, always a prostitute. You can take the whore out of the pleasure house but you cannot take away the urge to be fucked by different men, out of the whore," Cecile laughed to herself and then took the pins off her blonde hair, to let it fall over her shoulders. Her remark stung Quinlan.

"Nothing at all. Alex is another man's biological son, and Hazel has been sleeping with other men. Bryan is broke, and his mother was murdered." "Gosh! That's brutal. Turns out the one who played the victim the hardest was having the most fun all along." Many of the women in the courtroom watched her with disgust, and one commented, "With the extent of Hazel's affairs, she must've slept with someone to get named the town's model wife." In an instant, a flood of condemnation crashed down on Hazel. She completely broke down and began screaming at me. "I married you and worked myself to the bone! Is this how you repay me? After all these years together, are you so determined to ruin me?"