Mark didnt speak at first, but went to the closet instead and fetched two robes. He handed his wife one and me and motioned us to dress. I was worried but thought if the cops were involved it would be more than a robe. I had no idea what he had been up to. I found myself back in the living room still with no answers and confused out of my mind. I was simply directed to sit at the table where I had seen food before and I realized there had been in a warming tray while it waited. I was shocked to find there was some lobster, something I had only once or twice growing up and not something I'd expect. My parents had money but lobster was not something they gave their kids, it was for guests. I remembered it as a left over and one time with friends at Red Lobster. My mouth watered at the smell but I was still worried, still had no idea what was going on and I was too scared to eat anything.

Jen reached out and touched my hand "Eat little one." I was too nervous. "Please." Mark squeezed my hand and handed me a video. "I had another gift for you but this is a second." I realized it was the tape. "How? And he may have a copy." Mark shook his head. "No, I paid him enough and have proof If he had another copy and tries to use it, he will be arrested." I heard the words. "You paid?" Jen nodded. "He wouldnt let you go, you are worth too much." I had tears in my eyes. "How many years will I have to work for you?" Mark shocked her. "Four years." I looked up. "He was only one."

Jen lifted me up and made me go down a hall. There was another bedroom there and I found my things. The room looked like a luxurious hotel. She kissed me. "You will not be a prostitute. You will be enrolling in school and living here." I was shocked. "School?" Mark nodded. "I have an in with a few schools, I assume you have some descent marks." I nodded. "I got into Columbia, but I want to dance." Mark kissed me "You can choose that later but while you work off your debt, you will go to school. We will pay." I shook my head. "I turned it down." He laughed. "I will see to that. Now we will discus your payments." I was trembling. "How many men will I need to service every day for you?" Jen reassured me "Only one man and one woman, and not every night." Mark added. "You will only ever be expected to be with us. We will never share you with a human or a dog." I thought of the dog I had been with. "It is still four years." Mark nodded. "But you will live here in luxury, have spending money, and go to school. And no animals." Jen added "You can go back to John, or prison, but I am sure once you think about it, you'll decide we're the best option.

They led me back to the table and encouraged me to eat. I felt their eyes on me and their words in my head. Jen placed a hand on my bare leg as we finished. "Have you thought of our proposition?" I nodded "I guess I dont have a choice." Mark wiped my tears. "You do but this is the better one. You know we will never hurt you or share you. And you will go to school and have freedom." Jen kissed me on the neck. "You are scared of us." I didnt want to admit it "No." She shushed me. "You are. But we will show you that you dont have to be scared of us." Mark caressed my right breast. "I will have the forms sent from Columbia. Once you sign them, it will be proof you are willing to stay with us for the four years."

They led me back to the bedroom and made me lay back. Mark kissed me. "The papers will take till Monday. You can have that time to decide." I nodded "Okay." Jen brought some scotch to my lips. "One more glass tonight. You are going to have to start to learn to enjoy this without." I sipped the alcohol. "Fine." Mark smiled and ran a hand down between my legs. "The pain will vanish and we will show you how much fun it can be." Jen agreed. "You'll never be expected to make love to just one of us. We are not swingers, we have never done this before." Her husband agreed "We are madly in love but we'd like to share our passion and love ...


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