We were just going to Hang Out Part 5 - Sex Stories

We were just going to Hang Out Part 5

Jen awoke spitting out the water that was splashed on her face. “Waking up, Jen,” I asked. “Yes, I am.” “Got some questions for you, and I believe you going to give them to me without a problem. Right?” “OK,” Jen said. “So what were you trying to do with me?” “I was asked to break you and to get to work for Dr. Johnson and be Mrs. Johnson sex slave.” “What, why would you do that,” I asked. “Well the 10 grand was the primary reason, and I really wanted to teach you a lesson, you know. The one that goes beware of what you wish for.” I wanted more than anything to wring her neck, but she had more information that I needed. The drug that Jen had given me and I had dose her back with acted like a truth serum as well as a hypnotic drug, for about 12 hours or so Jen will do anything anyone tells her and she will not be able to lie to anyone. In Columbia tourist that given this drug will freely give away their cash and empty their account and not remember anything afterwards. “So why did you set up me up in that gangbang?” “So you husband would not be an issue when he see it he see what a slut you are and divorce you when the paper are served.” “Why would I serve him, and when,” I asked? “Once you were broken you do it so you would be able to serve your Mistress of course and when is when I get edited video and the papers from the lawyers. I then would send both to your husband via courier.” “So you have yet to send them out? Has anyone have a copy of the video and if so then who?” ...

... “No Robert has to still draw up the papers and make so it could be fast tracked through the courts. Well I have, Rachelle and Mark all do. Mark cleaning it up so you are the only one identifiable.” “Can you get them all back?” “Mark knows to bring them all of them back to me when he is done. Rachelle, I doubt would return them.” I was relieved to know that the video of it was limited to a very small group. “Jen, I going to have you to call Mark to have to bring it here fast later today can you do that?” “Yes, but I have to do that upstairs no way to call from down here it very well shielded.” “Why is that,” Marla continued question Jen. “Andrew, my master had it made so. He trained men’s wives to be submissive slaves down here. He did not want an accidental cell call to 911.” “Your master not you husband,” I asked? “We were never married, easier to sell your slave and get new one like the one before me.” Hanging my head, “so you not Jeromy stepmom?” “No, I’m just his guardian, I have paper from Andrew he had the draw up when he had a go to Europe on business.” “What happed to Jeromy’s mother?” Somewhat afraid of the answer I might get. “She died of a hemorrhage giving birth to Jeromy. Becky was Andrew’s only wife but I do believe I am the third sorry the second slave. He had a nanny but it did not work out.” Looking up to where she thought the camera was, “What happen to Andrew, where is he?” “He dead, died here of a heart attack. Trying to break a woman for his client,” Jen ...