This thread is about the kidnapping and sexually training of two women who are on vacation in New Orleans. A white slaver received a contract for two white women to be sold to a third party after they are broken and trained.
I'll play Lynn, a 34 year old, married school teacher who is 5'9, 134# with dark brown shoulder length hair. I'm sure I'll do a good job because that's really me.
Need a woman to play Linda. She is 36 and stands about 5'10, guess about 137#. She is a bank VP and in real life is my best friend. She has honey blonde shoulder length hair.
Need the white slaver, his trainer and the buyer and any other assorted perverts that want to help train us.(Subject to the trainer's OK)
Thus the story---
Linda and I were having a wonderful time in New Orleans and this was our last night before returning to our husbands in Memphis the next day. We had a few too many beers and before we knew it the crowds had begun to thin out. I checked my watch and saw that it was 3:00 am, certainly time to go.
We walked down a semi deserted street to go to our car until we realized that we had the wrong one. When we started back we discover that not only were we lost, but that there was nobody but us on the street. Linda became worried and suggested that maybe we should knock on a door, but I told her to keep walking with me and that someone would be along to help us. After several blocks I too became worried and thought about knocking on a door when I heard a man say, "Can we be of assistance?"
I'll play Lynn, a 34 year old, married school teacher who is 5'9, 134# with dark brown shoulder length hair. I'm sure I'll do a good job because that's really me.
Need a woman to play Linda. She is 36 and stands about 5'10, guess about 137#. She is a bank VP and in real life is my best friend. She has honey blonde shoulder length hair.
Need the white slaver, his trainer and the buyer and any other assorted perverts that want to help train us.(Subject to the trainer's OK)
Thus the story---
Linda and I were having a wonderful time in New Orleans and this was our last night before returning to our husbands in Memphis the next day. We had a few too many beers and before we knew it the crowds had begun to thin out. I checked my watch and saw that it was 3:00 am, certainly time to go.
We walked down a semi deserted street to go to our car until we realized that we had the wrong one. When we started back we discover that not only were we lost, but that there was nobody but us on the street. Linda became worried and suggested that maybe we should knock on a door, but I told her to keep walking with me and that someone would be along to help us. After several blocks I too became worried and thought about knocking on a door when I heard a man say, "Can we be of assistance?"